Backrooms Lyrics Novels & Stories

I said turning my back "I chose this part and there's no going back" "This won't last" "We shall see" I replied and jumped down the window, I must finish what I started

we walked out through the front door and Beck's last words roamed in my head, what if TB could actually kill someone. The ride back home was quiet, not your usual awkward silence. It was the comfortable kind that you just listened to BTS or Why don't we play on the radio. I was busy drowning into the lyrics of the song playing on the stereo, it was Hooked by Why don't we. the perfect song for how I was feeling at this very moment. The car strolled down the coal tarred road till it got to my street and it stopped abruptly in front of my house.

[ Chorus ] They don't understand, they don't understand, I'm an alien I'm an alien I'm an alien I'm an alien I'm an alien I'm an alien I got money on my back Money on my cheek Money in my sock Money in my cheek Money money yee Money money yee Money money yee Money money yee uh Don't lie Girl don't lie Don't leave me Don't leave me Don't leave me Don't leave.... Don't leave me Don't leave. . Don't leave me Don't leave... Don't leave me Don't leave... Don't leave me... Don't leave... It felt so great he needed to sing it again. [ Intro ] Men am drowsy

"You?" "Umm...." I thought for a moment. I hadn't really giving much thought to my likes and dislikes when it came to music. But I was sure of one thing, I hated emotional songs. Songs that drove you to tears, pathetic. "Songs that tell you about a future waiting for you instead of a dwelling on a bad past. " "My mind tells me that there's a lot of symbolism in that sentence." He said looking at me. "Eyes on the road." I said with a little laugh. "And don't ask."

Then, he rose to his feet and began to soliloquize. "Why didn't I just come home more?" he whispered as his voice cracked. "Why didn't I listen when it mattered?"

Xander’s voice carried through the room, “now look at you, buried on the inside and out in cum that you practically begged for.” Those were the last words I heard before my back hit the bed again, my eyes closing and my consciousness slipping away as everything went blank

He looks directly at me when he says it. The music starts. The first new song is slow. Haunting. Piano and his voice. The lyrics are about emptiness. About feeling nothing while everyone watches. The crowd is silent. Just listening. I'm shooting but also hearing every word. The second song is faster. Angry. About pushing people away to protect yourself. The third song destroys me. It's called "Three Feet." The chorus: **You're standing three feet from me / But I can't reach across / I built these walls myself / Now I'm paying the cost**

At last, the dinner ended. After exchanging farewells with the hosts, Beatrice hurried out. By the time she reached home, the alcohol was beginning to take its toll. Clutching her head, she staggered as she pushed the door open. "Cedric, can you pour me some water?" she called out. Her words were met with nothing but silence. Lifting her head, Beatrice scanned the dark living room. At that instant, she remembered that Parker and I had left yesterday.

inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un from Allah we are and to him we shall return indeed every soul shall taste death. "I have to go" He announced gripping the table for support with me helping up, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. he stomped out of the room, and next thing I heard is the breaking of something. running out of the room, I saw him descending down wearing a jacket. My eyes roamed to the broken vase on the floor. Marwan walked pass me in a fast pace, striding for the door.

He seems as surprised by it as I am. I sigh. Hard. “Fine,” I say. “Once. Because you said the magic word.” I put my fingers back on the keys. Play the progression again. Slower this time. Letting the chords ring a little longer. And then I sing. *You built your walls from bargains / every stone a quiet debt / you lined the halls with echoes / of the things you can’t forget…* My voice is low, raspy from the day, but it fits.