݁ .⠀ ✩ THE LAST OF THE BUGS. part two of a collection of dialogue prompts from noah kahan's album the great divide: the last of the bugs. some liberties taken to better fit the overall rpc, adjust as you wish. WARNINGS FOR: mentions / insinuations of drugs, alcohol, and depression.
i would ask you how you’ve been, but it’s all over the internet.
if you’re looking for an autopsy or a half-assed half-apology, you picked the wrong time to make this call.
it’s not irrelevant that you stopped taking your medicine.
there ain’t no shame in calling it quits.
you’re poison spreading into my lungs.
i ain’t holding my breath or any faith at all.
i’ll pray for you, be in pain for you.
i’ll leave the porch light on.
you act like we just sit up here and wait for you to reappear.
i want to see you lose it.
i want to hear you say it.
i want to know the dark that i share a brain with.
do you still have a heart or did somebody steal it?
i’m far too tired to watch you lie.
another thing we don’t talk about anymore.
don’t worry, i won’t bring it up.
when i ask about the past, you deny it.
we’re both exhausted for different reasons.
i used to care to know your secrets.
you said you got a guilty conscience, but i ain’t ever seen it.
you can scream at me when i come home.
it’s gone to shit without you.
it was shit before, but at least i had you.
there ain’t nothing to report.
i’ve been taking your advice.
if i see one more cybertruck, i swear to god i’m gonna floor it.
i need somebody here to talk me out of things i can’t undo.
saw the world from up close, it ain’t much to look at.
i can’t make myself whole, most days i’d be lucky just to get half.
you’ve seen me in places so low, you can recognize when it’s real bad.
i used to hate the silence.
used to make me think about the old days.
i love you and i can’t fake that for a moment.
tell me that i have substance, that i’m important.
i’m always trying to run from what i’m known for.
gambling with the sun on which one of us dies young.
i ain’t afraid to hold the gun.
wipe your hands and wash your face.
you can fuck up all you want and blame it on your dad.
i want to be you, but i don’t want to be that.
where i’m from and what i’m worth have gotten too damn intertwined.
fuck it, i might even disappear.
i hope you’ve had a decent time.
gonna be rich in our own way.
i swear you’re gonna get it, kid.
they didn’t look scared at all.
tell me when it feels like you can’t escape me.
i’m just happy you still call.
some things live forever, even when they die.
everyone looks happy in a photograph.
i think this time i’m out for good.
i made too much goddamn noise.
i’m done staring at the void.
i was high when i met you.
life was something to get through.
we’re too old for both of us to keep howling at the moon.
oh my, what a time to be alive.
tell me, love, if the devil ever comes, to make good on the debts that i owe.
tell the stories i would tell.
i was afraid you might wake up and remember who i am, and what i’ve done.
i grew up with a feeling that what’s good must be fleeting.
some will never know they’re beautiful until the crowd points it out for them.
i’m an astronaut, you’re the moon.
even god is trying to warn you, all this ain’t for you.
i’m an aging wolf who lost the taste for blood.
i’m gonna lose you either way.
everybody’s asleep, let’s talk about it.
you’ve been the best five minutes of a shitty year.
we’re so alone most of the time.
where do we go when we die?
i wouldn’t mind right here.
you told me how unfair it is, that i have what i have and you got what you got.
i’d give it all back if i could, i cannot.
i hated the way i made it all about me.
every day from back then is like a bad dream.
we ain’t far from my house.