Inspired by:
I woke up in a dream today
To the cold of the static, and put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore
A little taste of hypocrisy
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react
Even though you're so close to me
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back
Chorus: It's true
The way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you (You, now I see, keeping everything inside)
With you (You, now I see, even when I close my eyes)
I hit you and you hit me back
We fall to the floor, the rest of the day stands still
Fine line between this and that
When things go wrong I pretend that the past isn't real
Now I'm trapped in this memory
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react
Even though you're close to me
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back
Chorus
No, no matter how far we've come
I can't wait to see tomorrow
No matter how far we've come, my...
I can't wait to see tomorrow
With you (You, now I see, keeping everything inside)
With you (You, now I see, even when I close my eyes
With you (You, now I see, keeping everything inside)
With you (You, now I see, even when I close my eyes
A very big thank you to gapaot, who dug me out of some holes, gave me some pointers and ideas!
The dialog between Octavia and White Noise probably isn't the best one... I'll work on that!
I don't know why, but the stories that come with White Noise and Octavia are the ones that I feel compelled to fill with musics.
The concept of Clove being the pony's equivalent of Marijuana belongs to Coffeebean.
The concept of Horn Powder being the pony's equivalent of Cocaine belongs to gapaot.
The concept of Maroin being the pony's equivalent of Heroin belongs to me. Feel free to use it on your stories, though.
Yes, I know that there's no risk of eye damage by using these drugs (unless if you use cocaine as an eyedrop {which was used in older times, by the way}). But the story's gotta flow.
The following masterpiece belongs to Resistance-Of-Faith.
What has science done?!