The roof, Sunday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Part of Nadia wanted to stay downstairs and keep an eye on Walter. The other part, though, was still trying to deal with things and really wanted to play some loud, slightly confused music, and that probably wouldn't be good if Walter still had a headache.

There were times when she rather wished she could do what Jamie did and actually be in a few places at once.

Alas, she didn't. So she was up on the roof, leaning back to stare at the sky and playing somewhat loud, rather confused music. She couldn't figure out if this was a happy song or a depressing one.

Alright I'm on Johnson Avenue
in San Luis Obispo
and I'm five years old or six maybe
and indications that there's
something wrong with our new house
trip down the wire twice daily

I'm in the living room
watching the watergate hearings
while my stepfather yells at my mother
launches a glass across the room
straight at her head
and I dash upstairs to take cover
lean in close to my little record player on the floor
so this is what the volume knob's for
I listen to dance music
dance music

okay so I'm seventeen years old
you're the last best thing I got going
but then the special secret sickness
starts to eat through you
what am I supposed to do?
no way of knowing
so I follow you down your twisting alleyways
find a few cul-de-sacs of my own
there's only one place this road ever ends up
and I don't wanna die alone
let me down, let me down, let me down gently
when the police come to get me
I'm listenin' to dance music
dance music

[ooc: as open as you want it to be.]