No one's there to talk or understand
Feels the sting dries her eyes
Finds herself opens the door and sighs
People see right through you
Everyone who knew you well
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasted
Runaway, runaway
Wanna hold on to you but you're going away
Runaway, runaway
Wanna hold you tomorrow but you're leaving today
You walk along by yourself
There's no sound nothing's changing
They've gone away left you there
Emptiness is nothing you can share
All those words that hurt you
More than you will let it show
Comes apart by yourself/ all is well and everything's wasted
Runaway, runaway
Wanna hold on to you but you're going away
Runaway, runaway
Wanna hold you tomorrow but you're leaving today
Sometimes I feel around
It scares me some I can't be down
All this time to be on my own
In is out to be again
This time will waste another friend
I know where they will know
Where they'll runaway
She falls apart no one's there
Hold her hand it seems to disappear
Falls apart might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasted
Runaway, runaway
Wanna hold on to you but you're going away
Runaway, runaway
Wanna hold you tomorrow but you're leaving today
Runaway runaway
Hold on to you but you're going away
But you're leaving today
But you're leaving today
"Falls Apart"
Written by Sugar Ray with additional writing from David Kahne
Preformed by Sugar Ray
Timber—
Gone to soundcheck. Didn't dare wake you. Call when you're up I'll come get you, or drive youself, or catch a cab. Whatever. Just GET HERE SOON.
—C
She rolled over and glanced at the clock. It read 3:45 a.m. She got out of bed and noticed that she still had her clothes from the day before on. Timber grabbed her cell phone and called the number that had been scrawled on the note.
The phone rang three times. "Hello?"
"Chris? Come get me."
"Okay."
"Later."
"Later."
She quickly ran a brush through her hair and put her contacts in. As she brushed her teeth, she decided that her clothes looked fine. She brewed a cup of cappicuino and went outside to wait for Chris. I don't remember going to bed last night. I don't even remember last night. Chris pulled up.
"Hey."
"Hey."
There was an awkward silence.
"I'm sorry," Chris whispered.
Timber opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. "Yeah."
Chris didn't say anything.
"I might leave."
"But you can't! Just because I know about you... Don't leave. The other guys don't have to know. ... Please don't leave, Desuuh?"
"So we're all sweet now. Don't call me Desuuh. Or ... do. I do like the name. But not anymore."
"What about Jason?"
"What about Jason? Jason is my friend. Which, is more than I can say for you right now."
"I'm sorry."
"We can talk about this later if you can go all day without calling me Desirae, Desuuh, or any of thier deritives."
"Okay."
They got out of the car and walked into the big stadium.
Ya'll have no idea what you're in for.