P.o.v Tyler
Dear Tyler, yadda yadda..." Josh wrote me a letter. When I saw his car pull up I ran downstairs and waited behind the door. I knew I used to be straight but I thought I'd give him a chance, he was my best friend and that crush on Jenna never worked out.
I jumped into his arms after he set our food down and kissed him really hard. He smiled and let out a snort.
"I missed you baby. You're the best boyfriend ever."
Josh had wrote me the story of blurryface and we talked about him over breakfast that morning. It was sweet, I'm proud of him for working up the courage to tell me such a big part of his life. The house was empty and he had asked me
"I assume you got the letter?" with a smile.
"yeah! Blurryface, how cute I am, asking me out.. Nawimean."
He had helped me finish a song and we put music to it.
"Stressed Out"
I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang,
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
We're stressed out.
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from,
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one,
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yeah.
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yeah.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yeah.
"So yeah.. We're dati-" I cut him off.
"Josh I love you. A lot. Come here babe."
He got up from the drumset I gave him, and straddled me.
"Yes baby."
"You're mine, alllllllll mine."
"I know." he bit my lip knowing how happy it made me, to know I was his and he was mine and we were happy. For a moment the stress was gone, the scars didn't matter and I was smiling.
I grabbed his snapback and put it on my head to show him I was his.
I, Tyler Joseph, had a loving boyfriend. Someone who cared inside and out.