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call_me_snake"Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don’t want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.
Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?
I’d gladly do it because
I don’t want to fade away.
Give me one more day, please.
I don’t want to fade away.
In your heart I want to stay.
It’s all wrong, but it’s all right.
The way that you treat me baby.
Once I was strong but I lost the fight.
You won’t find a better loser."
Snake left Macara’s more depressed then when he had arrived. Everything seemed to be for shit since they returned from Greece. He was doing everything he could to make things right. He fought and died on the streets just to keep her happy. Some nights he spent all night out on the streets and came back with nothing. Some nights he would have to run and not stop because if he did they’d shoot him. Most nights he had to kill people and deal drugs when he couldn’t find a heist worth taking. He drank to deal with the stress of all the bullshit she didn’t want to discuss and when that stopped working he’d went back to the coke. She never talked to him about the things he needed and when he went to friends she got even angrier then when he disappeared. Snake couldn’t understand it.
On top of it all was the “friend” issue. The words kept ringing in his head “This is my friend Snake.” Over and over again he heard them until he wanted to shoot himself to make them stop. He tried to explain it but she just kept missing the point. He was a friend but that wasn’t the end. He was her lover, her fiancé, hell; he was going to be her husband. He sighed as he walked down the street on his way to his bike and home. Was he really only a friend? He couldn’t shake that feeling. Girls had said that before. More or less it translated to “You’re a good fuck and take care of me but I’d rather not be with you.” He was terrified of those words and they hurt worse then bullet to the chest. Why did she want to hide that they were together. Sure he understood the superstition about the engagement but that didn’t mean she couldn’t say they were a couple... boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers anything. He felt inadequate constantly. He felt like there was something more he could do but he always came up empty handed. He stayed with her when she wanted, he fought and died to protect her, he bought her everything she wanted, he’d asked her to be his wife, become faithful and tried to kick the drugs. What more did she want? He had nothing more to give. He’d given her his heart, his soul even his life once and still she wanted something more.
He’d crawl for her if she asked him to, he had crawled for her. He'd cried for her and still he didn’t feel good enough for her. He always felt like a worthless vagabond even with all he’d done. He was a much better man then when they had met but she seemed to think he was worse. What more could she want?
That’s when Snake heard the ominously formal voice. It would be another night trying to escape and another morning of apologizing for running for his life.
In response to this post. Lyrics "Bell Bottom Blues" - Eric Clapton
I don’t want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.
Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?
I’d gladly do it because
I don’t want to fade away.
Give me one more day, please.
I don’t want to fade away.
In your heart I want to stay.
It’s all wrong, but it’s all right.
The way that you treat me baby.
Once I was strong but I lost the fight.
You won’t find a better loser."
Snake left Macara’s more depressed then when he had arrived. Everything seemed to be for shit since they returned from Greece. He was doing everything he could to make things right. He fought and died on the streets just to keep her happy. Some nights he spent all night out on the streets and came back with nothing. Some nights he would have to run and not stop because if he did they’d shoot him. Most nights he had to kill people and deal drugs when he couldn’t find a heist worth taking. He drank to deal with the stress of all the bullshit she didn’t want to discuss and when that stopped working he’d went back to the coke. She never talked to him about the things he needed and when he went to friends she got even angrier then when he disappeared. Snake couldn’t understand it.
On top of it all was the “friend” issue. The words kept ringing in his head “This is my friend Snake.” Over and over again he heard them until he wanted to shoot himself to make them stop. He tried to explain it but she just kept missing the point. He was a friend but that wasn’t the end. He was her lover, her fiancé, hell; he was going to be her husband. He sighed as he walked down the street on his way to his bike and home. Was he really only a friend? He couldn’t shake that feeling. Girls had said that before. More or less it translated to “You’re a good fuck and take care of me but I’d rather not be with you.” He was terrified of those words and they hurt worse then bullet to the chest. Why did she want to hide that they were together. Sure he understood the superstition about the engagement but that didn’t mean she couldn’t say they were a couple... boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers anything. He felt inadequate constantly. He felt like there was something more he could do but he always came up empty handed. He stayed with her when she wanted, he fought and died to protect her, he bought her everything she wanted, he’d asked her to be his wife, become faithful and tried to kick the drugs. What more did she want? He had nothing more to give. He’d given her his heart, his soul even his life once and still she wanted something more.
He’d crawl for her if she asked him to, he had crawled for her. He'd cried for her and still he didn’t feel good enough for her. He always felt like a worthless vagabond even with all he’d done. He was a much better man then when they had met but she seemed to think he was worse. What more could she want?
That’s when Snake heard the ominously formal voice. It would be another night trying to escape and another morning of apologizing for running for his life.
In response to this post. Lyrics "Bell Bottom Blues" - Eric Clapton
