A/N Hey haven't posted in forever but I am now! Hope you enjoy it.
Luna's POV
After mourning the death of Sam Winchester I went to bed and woke early on Saturday, much to my dismay. Dad had a few weekend performances so I got to go with. I quickly packed everything I need into a duffle bag and grabbed my phone, headphones, song book, and guitar before jumping on the bus. I've been working on another song and I wanted to finish it while everyone else is busy.
"Looney Tunes, your dad said you wrote a song. Wanna play it for us?" Matt asked.
"Umm, sure. I guess. But it's not very good." I blushed shyly.
"It's beautiful." Dad encouraged and I went to grab my guitar and tuned it before sitting on a couch across from everyone in the front lounge.
Corey's eyes are like a jungle
He smiles it's like radio
He whispers songs into my window
And words that nobody knows
There's pretty girls on every corner
They're watching as he's walking home saying
"Does he know?"
Will you ever know
You're beautiful
Every little piece, love
Don't you know
You're really gonna be someone
Ask anyone
And when you find everything you look for
I hope your love
Leads you back to my front door
Oh, but if it don't
Stay beautiful
Oh oh oh
Corey finds another way to be the highlight of my day
I'm taking pictures in my mind so I can save em' for a rainy day
It's hard to make a conversation when he's taking my breath away
I should say
"Hey by the way,
You're beautiful
Every little piece love
Don't you know
You're really gonna be someone
Ask anyone
And when you find everyone you look for
I hope your love leads you back to my door
Oh, but if it don't
Stay beautiful."
If you and I are
A story that never gets told
If what you are is a daydream
I'll never get to hold
As least you'll know
You're beautiful
Every little piece love
Don't you know you're really gonna be someone
Ask anyone
And when you find everything you look for
I hope your love leads you back to my front door
Oh but if it don't
Will you stay beautiful
Beautiful, oh beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, oh beautiful
La, la, la, la, la
Stay beautiful
Stay beautiful
La, la, la, la, la
Stay beautiful
I finished and everyone stared at me in awe.
"I'm working on another one right now that I love a lot more." I said. "It's almost finished. I just can't figure out the bridge."
"We'll help!" Everyone shouted at once. I nodded and everyone raced to the makeshift studio in the back of the bus. After working for an hour we got it finished.
He said the way my brown eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie."
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On back roads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone
But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet
And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm standin' on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you'll read is:
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think of Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me
Mmmm
He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie."
"We are officially musical geniuses," Matt screamed. Everyone started cheering and being dorky and I couldn't help but grin.
"You guys have always been musical geniuses."
"We try," Sam said.