Crash
I sigh as I follow Tommy out onto my deck. Coda's still out there, on his side under the table. His tail thumps, but he doesn't get up. Tommy picks up his guitar and pulls my notebook across the table, reading by the light of the living room behind us.
"Let's rock this bitch."
It's four in the morning before we pull it together. It still needs work, but I've poured myself into this thing and Tommy's been nodding along. Always a good sign.
By five, the whole thing's in place and I feel more peaceful than I have in a long time. Like I've exorcised a demon.
Tommy asks me to sing it through so he can just listen and see what it needs. "I might be too close to it right now, but let's see."
I don't bother pretending I don't want to. I'm obsessed.
You never knew the truth
The ends, the means, they broke me
You never heard my heart
I'll never forgive myself for you
