The roof, Sunday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Based on experience, Nadia knew she could still play the guitar, albeit carefully, when she was wearing the shoulder brace.

And since she'd been up half the night riding an emotional roller coaster between joy of having her hand be firmly attached as it was supposed to be, worry and angst over Walter still not being back and whether or not he'd still want to be her boyfriend when he got back, pain, and a very bizarre friskiness, she felt the need for something that reflected those feelings.

So she was sitting in a corner of the roof, wearing the giant, blue, faux-fur muff down over her eyes, and playing They Might Be Giants.

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

When you are alone, you are the cat, you are the phone, you are an animal.
Words I'm singing now mean nothing more than "meow" to an animal.
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account,
Don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound.

D. World Destruction.
O.ver and overture,
N. Do I Need
Apostrophe T. Need this Torture?

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful.
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful.
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop
Singing Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa,

D. World Destruction.
O.ver and overture,
N. Do I Need
Apostrophe T. Need this Torture?

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

I don't want to live in this world anymore, oh,
I don't want to live in this world,

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

She could think of nothing better to go with her mood than depressing lyrics to a bouncy tune, played while wearing a ridiculous hat.

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Comments

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia grinned at him. Goofy and pretty were two things she did very well. "I declare this ritual a success."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Me, too," Chad nodded, still grinning, a true testiment to the success. "Took us long enough, though."

[nadiathesaint]

"We're slow, but we get there eventually."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Nothin' wrong with slow..."

He liked slow...

[nadiathesaint]

"Slow can be good. Savoured."