The roof, Wednesday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was, unsurprisingly, on the roof. She was also unsurprisingly playing the guitar.

She had eaten some brownies. She'd had them left over, and they hadn't had time yet to really go bad. Just a little stale.

She was singing.

There was a time when I had nothing to explain
oh, this mess I have made
but then things got complicated
my innocence has all but faded
oh, this mess I have made

and I don't believe in god
so I can't be saved
all alone as I've learned to be
in this mess I have made

all the untested virtue
the things I said I'd never do
least of all to you
I know he's kind and true
I know that he is good to you
he'll never care for you more than I do

but I don't believe in love
and I can't be changed
all alone as I've learned to be
in this mess
I have made the same mistakes
over and over again

there are rooms in this house that I don't open anymore
dusty books of pictures on the floor
that she will never see
she'll never see that part of me
I want to be for her
what I could never be for you

but I don't believe in god
so I can't be saved
all alone as I've learned to be
in this mess I have made

She was very interruptable.