Wires The Neighborhood Lyrics 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 12 “I can’t get over you, you left your mark on me,” - Hold On, We’re Going Home by Drake ft. Majid Jordan I was walking down a dark alley way, it was so dark that you couldn't see anything at all. You just had to follow your senses which would all perk up in these type of circumstances. The alley just seemed to go straight as I trailed my fingers along the brick wall.

With a nod, I got out of the vehicle taking out my bag, and the polythene bags in the backseat. We walked in, with the only sound coming from Tana, who was fiddling with the house keys. The neighborhood was a quiet one after all. No gaudy sounds of surrounding standby generators that usually characterized Nigerian neighborhoods as a result of constant power outage. The neighborhood was quite posh, electricity was constant and only out on very few occasions, not without prior notice to the inhabitants, though. I know right... I stepped into the apartment inhaling the scent that I was soon to be accustomed to...

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.

Then rust and rot and streets that smelled like three different kinds of wrong all at once. Brakes screamed at the yard. Dropped off the ladder, hit the wet ground rolling, and walked out into the Neon Wards. Everything hit at once. Pink and blue lights buzzing overhead. Fried food and drains and something chemical underneath both. Bass from somewhere below the street coming up through boot soles. People everywhere... huddled under broken awnings, leaning against stripped cars, watching the way people watched anything new that walked into their street. Chin down. Right hand on the bar in the jacket.

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

The city was silent, almost eerily so. Rain had washed the streets clean, leaving behind puddles that reflected the fractured neon of the skyline, flickering like memories of a life Nicholas Rhodes no longer wanted. The night clung to him, heavy and suffocating, wrapping around his shoulders like a familiar, oppressive cloak.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Naega gal gireun naega bakkuji mwo (I’ll change up my path myself) Wigineun gihoero da bakkuji mwo (If you really wanna see me cry) Guji uneun kkori bogo sipdamyeon Yetda nunmul (Fine, here are some tears) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ryder smoothly took over from Joy and it seemed as if he was warning me through the next set of lines to not take advantage of his sister and her “loneliness” coz he was gonna “swallow up his hate” this time with a warning and “would not get mad”.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone pathway was covered in a thick layer of moss. Next door, where my childhood home had once been, was now a bar. From inside, a singer strummed their guitar, their voice drifting through the evening air: "…At the moments that matter most, I finally see it clear, “Your hesitation, “Leaving me to wander alone, “Sober in the midst of dying, “Realizing you were always two steps ahead of me…" My fingers tightened around the keys. The sharp edges dug into my palm, cutting deep.

The song was written by Zachary and he revealed in an interview before that the song was something personal to him since it was about his recovery from addictions. “ Neon flash the hype is real A scene so thick we can feel it Wave my hands in the flashing lights Who am I gonna be tonight?” His eyes kept staring at the sleepy Ben who still looks attentive in listening to him. He adorably smiles at Hugo who continues to sing… “Then darling I am coming home Darling I am coming home Buildings high and streets so low I feel your pulse inside it all” Hugo’s eyes slowly travelled to my face and stares at me with a smile on his face. My heart feels a little bit anxious just thinking about how he is

Suddenly I heard her clearing her throat which reminded me I was still staring. Then we continued our running.After a minute a young boy came running,and commented on my biceps.I chuckled slowly.He was really adorable,and while talking,I got to know that she's my new neighbour Natalia.And the little boy was her younger brother.While we were talking I felt Natalia's eyes on me.She looked so innocent while she had an adorable smile for her younger brother.At that moment I wanted to see more of that smile towards me.Woah where did that came from? Mr.Jones entered breaking our conversation and reminded me of the Japanese assignment.I was really pissed off.I wanted to talk to her.Damn it!I left a