Jenna's pov
"So here's the guitar." I hand Shawn the guitar and we sit down in a chair. Awkward silence is among us.
"Soooo you wanna start?" He asked me.
"Sure." I say and he starts playing the guitar.
Jenna:
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
Both:
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Shawn:
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
Both:
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
Jenna
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
Shawn:
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
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Life Of The Party(Shawn Mendes)
Fanfiction--Complete-- (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK // CRINGY AF // YOU WILL MOST LIKELY CRINGE @ EVERYTHING CHAPTER BC I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE 10) "Baby be the life of the party." Shawn whispers and I start blushing. Who knew that those 7 words would be the...