NATE
i got a number on me, i got a number
won't make it through the high noon sun
won't make it through the high noon sun
Nate tips his head back and forth, considering the idea. “I don’t think it’s jealousy really. It’s... A hand lifts to gesture, words stuck in his throat, as if somehow simple motions will get across the complexities. “It’s possessive.” He decides after a moment. “I’m daring to put my hands on what she considers hers.”
Though, the more Ray spoke, the more it did begin to sound like she might be right though. “I know, believe me. I trust him completely. I just...” Nate sighs and drops his face into a waiting hand, a deep sigh shaking his shoulders. “She’s willing to do anything to get what she wants, I know she is. I know he’ll pick me, but I don’t know if he’ll get the choice.”
Though, the more Ray spoke, the more it did begin to sound like she might be right though. “I know, believe me. I trust him completely. I just...” Nate sighs and drops his face into a waiting hand, a deep sigh shaking his shoulders. “She’s willing to do anything to get what she wants, I know she is. I know he’ll pick me, but I don’t know if he’ll get the choice.”
i was a hero early in the morning
i ain't no hero in the night
i ain't no hero in the night
