Like The Ceiling Can't Hold Us Song Novels & Stories

“YOUR FAITH WAS STRONG BUT YOU NEEDED PROOF YOU SAW HER BATHING ON THE ROOF HER BEAUTY AND THE MOONLIGHT OVERTHREW YA SHE TIED YOU TO HER KITCHEN CHAIR SHE BROKE YOUR THRONE AND SHE CUT YOUR HAIR AND FROM YOUR LIPS SHE DREW THE HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH, HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH, HALLELUJAH” Everyone around was singing a song, which Lisa and Laura were also singing along but Augustus didn’t know the song as he kept humming on the only word he knew that is “Hallelujah”

'Hah, just one thing after another. "You owe me a lot after this," I whispered to her which made her look at me with confused eyes. I took a deep breath and screamed at the top of my lungs. "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Shut up!" The whole hall became extremely quiet. That was the beginning of the song that Celene composed. It was meant to be sung in a low tone voice, as if the singer was depressed and sad, telling things in her mind to shut up. But with this band shaken to the core, let's cause another thing to wake them up from their senses.

Her lips open to express the message of the song. ~"Skies are crying I am watching Catching teardrops in my hands Only silence Has its ending Like we never had a chance Do you have to Make me feel like There is nothing left of me You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like I'm made of glass Like I'm made of paper Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper Like a skyscraper"~ In every second that passed, the music became more deafening, the drumming beat thud together with her heart, her solid voice hitting every note, no matter how significant.

I needed at least a few hours to just sit and stare at the ceiling of my room while being depressed about my stupid bad luck. Kaylee smirked at me when she pulled away from the boy I had a crush on. The person who caught my eye at that moment, who stood right behind Kaylee, almost made me cry out in joy. A certain wicked idea popped into my brain as I looked from Kaylee’s smirk to his confused eyes. I took a deep breath as my feet moved on their own to him. Now or never, Liv! Just like a very intelligent woman once said, ‘Kill a demon today, face the devil tomorrow’.

Gold is fake and real love hurts. But nothing hurts when I'm alone. And you're with me and we're alone. Let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall give you a ball and chain. Its not like me to be so mean you're all I wanted. Just let me hold you. Like a hostage. * Billie Elish *

But the truth is I can't open up Now you don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs I took a plane to my home town I brought my pride and my guitar All my friends are all gone but there's manicured lawns And the people still think I'm a star I walked around downtown I met some fans on Lafayette They said tell us how to make it 'cause we're getting real impatient So I looked

Maria I stepped into the elevator, humming the song I heard this morning, ‘Constellation’. It’s funny because ever since the song came on my playlist, I’d always assumed it was a long song, until I saw the look on Declan's face as I sang the song word for word absentmindedly.

Strong and steady. She hated how much she wanted to lean on him. “I don’t know how to fix this,” she whispered. “Then let me help you.” She shook her head. “They’ll crucify me.” “Then we burn the cross before they can.” A broken laugh escaped her lips. “Dramatic much?” He smirked. “A little.” Just then, Kennedy came rushing around the corner, panting, holding her phone. “Maya! Oh my God—are you okay? I just saw it.”

The man who held my wrists on that roof and said my name like it mattered. I wrote about that. Over and over. Like if I put it in music, it would become safer. Permanent. Mine. I clear my throat. “What’s next?” Ty asks. I hesitate. Then I force myself to speak. “This one’s… slower.” I swallow. “It’s called Anchor.” Serena’s voice is gentle. “Okay. Take us there.” My fingers find the chords. They’re simple. Bare. The kind of progression you can’t hide behind. I sing.

Slowly. The Circle is strong. Dax is holding me. The stars are falling. And we are not done. Not yet.