Xie from American Youth by Paul Morrissey Fanfiction

Sitting here, you shed a tear from those beautiful black olive eyes.
Engaged in fear, because you won't be here.
Because I feel like you're out there with him.
I've never slept with you, but in my bed I stew,
I can't fall asleep without pretending.

(chorus)
Despair awaits, my heart aches.
For you, for you only.
Squeeze my soul, until it takes you under my soul Desy.
Desy.

I call your phone, when no ones home, just to hear you to tell me to leave a message.
Wrung to dry, with a foolish tie, can't forget about what i'm not destined.
Never been with you, but in my head I stew,
I can't live this life without pretending.

(chorus)

• Acoustic
• emo
• indiemo
• post-emo
• sadcore
• Portland