Dessa Lyrics Roleplay Ask Meme
Change the pronouns, names, punctuation as it suits you. Feel free to shift the spelling to convey your character’s accent and dialect. Stuff in parentheses are optional lines of dialogue. Includes phrases good for plots involving: angst, fluff, philosophizing/questioning faith, action, gambling & criminal activity. Content warning for mentions of blood, abuse, violence, alcohol, substance abuse, disorders, gambling, addiction and other tough topics
It’s not much, but my money’s on you.
I didn’t come looking for love.
I didn’t come to pick a fight.
I come here every night to work and you can grab an axe, man, or you can step aside.
The list of things I used to be is longer than the list of things I am (: ex-lover, ex-friend, ex-communicated atheist, and an ex-patriot).
Anger is just love left out, gone to vinegar.
Looks like our writing on the wall is lorem ipsum after all.
I swallowed the dice; I make my own luck now.
It’s just not true I’m a man-eater…all the same, we should probably go Dutch.
Careful kid with that wolf-whistle – you never know what you’ll attract.
But you can’t play for keeps if you never draw blood.
Innocence is overrated; based on what you haven’t done.
I run on whiskey and risk and ennui and impatience.
Love is like liquor – it burns as it moves you.
Far as I figure there’s nobody fireproof.
To aim high is to make waves, to split seams.
I wanna try, I wanna risk.
I’m not above apologies but I don’t ask permission.
Got a lot of imperfections but I don’t count my ambition in them.
Won’t extend my wings to be clipped.
If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped…if never none of us go for the belt, then who wins?
Now there’s nowhere to go but go back.
And if we choose to fall who’s to say it isn’t flight?
Oh someone taught your walls to talk. (But if they ask me, I ain’t heard a thing…)
Well I heard from the rest of the world you’re in trouble.
I think of you still, more than you might suppose.
This was our first, this was our only, this was our very last chance.
You wake up a stranger to yourself then you learn to live with her.
You know life’s no bella telenovela.
Death and romance, the riddles of our lifetimes.
But you’re built to balance on two feet, so why you living this last year from your knees?
G'head and catch your breath.
Time flies like the crow does – no regard for the grid.
I can’t ask you to show love…but would it kill you if you did?
Maybe you were right all along.
I say I’m sorry less than I am wrong.
So here we are, both half-starved.
Don’t let the battles pick you.
I’m not a writer I just drink a lot about it.
If diamonds are a girl’s best friend then you can share a fine laugh and you can send me back to the bottom of the mineshaft.
I’m bad with names, shit, I’m bad with faces.
I’m bad with bills and little kids and well-lit places.
You’re inside of the lie.
I haven’t met a locked door yet that I couldn’t beat.
Don’t waste your worry on me, I always find what I need.
Everyone’s got someplace they wanna be let in.
No, I’m from nowhere near. But I speak the language and I know the customs here.
Don’t you go waste all your worry on me.
You’re asking can’t we just be friends but this bell in my chest still rings and it’s better to just pretend.
I hope she makes you happy. (It’s just a lot to ask to watch your future walking past me.)
I know that jealousy’s a perfect waste of time but left to my devices, I’ve spent far too long wasting mine.
The future is a bitter past.
My reserves are exhausted.
I still get chills when you talk to me.
These thrills ain’t as cheap as they used to be.
If you’re asking, I can’t say no.
You flash some fang and I bat my lashes and we’re back again, no end to this game with matches.
I’d be leaving for good, I’d be looking for better but I got this broken habit I keep gluing back together.
It’s harder every time I see you, and then when you leave.
But you ain’t mine to miss.
I know what friendship is and it sure doesn’t feel like us.
While we can let’s just stop.
I’m not trying to be sainted, I don’t need to be good, I’m just trying to stay blameless.
I don’t pretend it’s easy.
It’s been a long time lonely.
But here’s a chance to do right.
Forget the bull in the china shop – there’s a china doll in the bullpen.
It’s been assumed I’m soft or irrelevant ‘cause I refuse to downplay my intelligence.
Why am I the only one who’s acting like a gentleman?
All cloak, no dagger. Just smoke and swagger.
I love this job, but ah, good god, sometimes I hate this business.
You’re talking in circles.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got no ill will for you.
The man I knew…I don’t think that he can hear me now.
You’re a stone-cold killer you say, but you’re looking like a part-time criminal.
Man, you lay it on thick.
Probable lost cause. But I got a thing for long shots.
I sleep with both eyes open.
Don’t need much of your time for this apology.
And if I’m so smart, how can I learn so slow?
And I did it, I kissed him. I knew it would hurt you. (But it put down my loneliness, and that felt like virtue enough.)
I know it’s much too late.
I’ve had one too many. (It takes quite a few.)
Was counting my losses. Wasn’t sure if I should count you.
Hello, it’s only me. I know it’s late.
Hoped to catch you still awake.
Maybe I was wrong to call.
Guess tonight broke my resolve.
I know that love is never free. It bows your head and bends your knees.
I sleep uneasily when you’re not in my bed.
I didn’t come to play it safe, I came to win or lose with you.
Virginity’s a childhood disease.
There’s only four ways to acquire – anyone says different is a salesman or a liar. You can find it, earn it, make it, or steal it. I haven’t found a single way to keep it.
You were always safe with me.
I seem to chill the objects that I meant so much to love.
I’m too polite to accuse you of being where you’ve been tonight.
I don’t know if he did it and I won’t ask.
Well I don’t don’t need to know, but there’s a set of my keys left under your door and if you need a place to sleep tonight…(well that’s what family’s for).
It’s your own hell to pay.
You’ve always been cunning with those brave escapes.
Take a minute now, think this through.
Now I don’t bow my head for supper, I never do kneels besides my bed. But it looks like your afterlife is covered; I hope on Earth you’re careful, kid.
It’s good to hear your voice again
I used to sing on the roof outside my windowsill.
I came hoping some ghost of me would be here still.
Some nights I still can’t sleep.
You fix a bird, you buy a cage. You fix a man, and he flies away.
Take a seat and let me get a look at your face.
I don’t believe that you’re reformed or you’re redeemed.
They could sew your hands together but they can’t make you pray.
I don’t suppose you’d tell the truth so I won’t ask you anymore.
I don’t regret a single day.
That trouble you’ve been looking for, it came looking for you.
You shouldn’t open doors you don’t plan to walk through.
You’ve got a long answers to a lot of short questions.
You’ve had a lot of last chances.