Maybe I Just Wanna Be Yours Arctic Monkeys Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ivy screamed June played the beat immediately and the girls started singing and dancing "Gosh I love Ariana" River said JUNE🎶 Yeah,Breakfast at Tiffany and bottles of bubbles girls with tattoos who like getting in troubles Lashes and diamonds ATM machines,buy myself all of my favorite things (yeah) WINTER🎶 Been through some bad sh*t i should be a sad bitch Who woilda thought it'd turn me to a savage Rather be tied up with calls and not strings Write my own cheque like I write what I sing yeah IVY🎶

It was 'Can I Be Him' by James Arthur. 🎶 You walked into the room and now my hearts been stolen, You took me back in time to when I wasn't broken, Now you're all I want and I knew it from the very first moment, Cause the light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again, I swear that every word you sing you wrote them for me, Like it was a private show but I know you never saw me, When the lights come on, and I'm on my own will you be there to sing it again?

(just be tired) Without piling on all sad and scared and out of time (oh) I'm wild (wild) Can I just be wild? (just be wild) Without feeling like I'm failing and I'm losing my mind Can someone just hold me? Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Oh, someone just know me 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful

And if Brooke thinks I’m not gonna drag her up there with me, she’s got another thing coming. I don’t know if it’s because the bar’s pretty dead tonight or because I’m an alpha, but after I tell the DJ my song, he hands me the mic rather than putting me in the queue. I clear my throat, nodding to the DJ to start, feeling the weight of every eye in the place on me as he starts the song. The title flashes up on the little screen in front of me- ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’ by Paul McCartney. A song I know Brooke loves, because she got all googly-eyed when it played in the Jeep on our way back from Denver.

Maybe the world could be ours Tonight You think it's easy You think I don't wanna run to you But there are mountains And there are doors that we can't walk through I know you're wondering why because we're able to be Just you and me within these walls But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see That it was hopeless after all No one can rewrite the stars How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart And I'm not the one you were meant to find It's not up to you It's not up to me When everyone tells us what we can be How can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours Tonight All I want is to fly with you All I want is to fall with you So just give me all of you It

I must have fallen asleep, but I believe the curve on my lips never left my face until he got me home. Zack's voice was the last time I heard, but it wasn't the one that woke me up. And I'll be here by the ocean Just waiting for proof that there are sunsets and silhouette dreams All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes And every wave drags me to sea I could stand here for hours It was Derek Sanders, the vocalist of Mayday Parade, as my phone continued to play the song You be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground. Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"

Some were taking pictures, some were taking videos, some were pretty much shaken and probably some were disgusted. I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need. I'll love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do I want to stand with you on a mountain I want to bathe with you in the sea. I want to lay like this forever. Until the sky falls down on me I want to stand with you on a mountain I want to bathe with you in the sea.

Her laughter still had sadness written over it but I was gonna do anything possible to wipe it out. Easier said than done. Well, start with the drive home which erupted her sadness more, playing Adele’s Someone Like You. I always paid her a glance each minute off the road. Her tension seemed to rise more as the song reached its climax. The climax--I mean, my climax. ‘Who would have known how bitter sweet this coulda taste...’

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ ‘. . .I don't wanna be this cold (cold) Shivering to my bones (bones) Someone reset my soul, oh, oh And I don't wanna be locked up (up) I don't wanna feel this down (down) I just wanna scream and shout. I'll go out, grow my hair too long Sing your least favourite song At the top of my lungs (oh, oh, oh)