Work Text:
Fanfiction Book Cover for ObsidianChild's Work: "Seven Year Ache"
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right
So who does your past belong to today?
Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way
Everybody's talking but you don't hear a thing
You're still uptown on your downhill swing
Boulevard's empty, why don't you come around?
Baby, what is so great about sleeping downtown?
Plenty of dives to be someone you're not
You say you're looking for something you might've forgot
Don't bother calling to say you're leaving alone
'Cause there's a fool on every corner when you're trying to get home
Just tell 'em you're trying to cure a seven-year ache...
Just tell 'em you're trying to...
Just tell 'em you're trying...
Just tell 'em you're...
Just...
A seven-year ache...
A seven-year ache...