#(exemplified)

PANIC! AT THE DISCO LYRICS SENTENCE MEME  - still open!

dear soojung, 

i remember when you asked me that and i said you already knew the answer to that question. illicit, between each other in the confines of our own hellish secrets. we were always so good at that sort of thing weren’t we? you always know how to have me in your clutches. 

when i think of other women, it mirages into you so effortlessly. you’re so selfish. it has me succumbing to that choking, drowning touch - but you knew that already too. 

even when you have another man you need my affections to sedate you -- to fill complete. why don’t you admit it? your need to ‘bury me ten feet deep into hell’ is more than how you say it is. -does your lover make you feel this need? this profound need? i doubt it. 

as i’m writing this to you i think of this song by flume named “say it” and i pathetically think of you. 

you and the bed we used to press each other’s bodies with hands on throats, hands. how you always have me coming back, thinking of you and the bed. always, always, always, always always... 

you should listen to it, i hope you think of me because i know no being on earth could reciprocate such suffocation. this suffocation of feeling. i hate you.

i doubt you know what suffocation feels like, in the physical sense i doubt it very much and because you lack that touch (which i’ve blessed you on your bed for hours). it’s clings onto every particle of oxygen in your system and your body heats and there is little comprehension of anything that truly makes sense but death. that your lungs feel infected and shrouded with nothing. 

i tell you this in sheer possibility that you’re pretty nymph heart pounds at least once for me again. it seems to me i have steered astray and even the remembrance of the smell of your hair craves for a proper course. seems to me, i’ve fallen into the literate trope of losing myself in you. 

i’d very much like to have myself back. 

how dare you have another man when i can’t tear my eyes off you? 

this is the last moment of sensitivity for you, sehun. 

p.s: there are more words to give but it seems to me my chest is pounding without a care for my sanity i’m afraid. 

PANIC! AT THE DISCO LYRICS SENTENCE MEME  - still open!

yes, he is a stranger -- he’ll give asha that. she’s giggling on his sofa/ asha’s bed over something terribly nonsequential and foolish like she always is. the words strike him as they relapse into silence; they say silence is golden, he’d agree. 

he can’t quite believe he wasted a bottle of his grandmother’s well-aged port with her. (it’s a sign sehun, you need to draw the line right about now...) 

the breaking of which are her slurred drunken words. her words always naive, tantalising his nerves unkindly. -- he wants to slap her silly (and so that it hurts a little for her), our oh sehun, unknown to human connection such as this, could you blame him? 

and the thing is, asha will hit him, square and hard and knock him over before he knows what’ll happen. 

give him a moment, 

her words take a while to process. (they’re so childish it’s hard for him to comprehend, yes that’s it.) 

in a sense he knows that, so he abstains from better connection (he knows better, he thinks, he swears.) 

“catch you like a cold?” confusion along with pure disdain, are these modern advances between a man and a woman? sehun thinks for a short moment but doesn’t dare ponder on it - he’d never dare let asha be more than a pretty being residing on his furniture. (it’s not just asha though, just about every woman is stamped with a ‘no go’ sign in all red. maybe that’s why it’s a (really, really, really) bad idea to have her in his home.) 

“ve--ery fu--nny asha,” his ‘very’ and ‘funny’ drawn out, slurring like asha’s words. “have you u-used that on your one in a million boyfriends?” 

sehun sips his port, drawing one long, heavy sip. she’ll leave traces of herself here when she leaves like a fucking rotting infection and sehun will have to clean her out with bleach and burning detergent.