Punk 57

But what if tonight I want to be burned?

You told us it’s better to be safe than sorry,

And little sister listened, but I was the one who learned.

Reap, reap, reap, you don’t even know,

All you did suffer is what you did sow!

Alone, Empty, Fraud, Shame, Fear,

Close your eyes. There’s nothing to see out here.

Do better, be more, too many, too much,

I’m about to fucking choke, I can’t force it down.

So string up the little wisdoms and wrap them ‘round my neck,

I’ll strangle myself with your pearls of wisdom and die a wreck.

You told us to prepare now and play later,

But what’s in here is better than what’s out there.

I took an umbrella to save me from the rain,

But the lightning hit, and you didn’t care.

Reap, reap, reap, you don’t even know,

All you did suffer is what you did sow!

Alone, Empty, Fraud, Shame, Fear,

Close your eyes. There’s nothing to see out here.

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HE WON’T BE HERE.

There’d be no reason for him to show up at his brother’s farewell party, since they couldn’t stand each other, so…

No, he won’t be here.

Pushing up the sleeves of my lightweight sweater, I hurried through the front door of the Crist house and speed-walked across the foyer, heading straight for the stairs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the butler rounding the corner, but I didn’t stop.

“Miss Fane!” he shouted after me. “You’re very late.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Mrs. Crist has been looking for you,” he pointed out.