"Yeah..." Rory muttered, glancing at him. She looked back at the
floor, singing the first few words softly " wish I found some
better sounds no one’s ever heard I wish. I had a better voice that
sang some better words. I wish I found some chords in an order that
is new. I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang"
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your
technological guide!"
Rory nudged him with her elbow softly, giving him a smile. She
continued, getting only slightly louder. "I was told when I get
older all my fears would shrink. But now I’m insecure and I care
what people think. My name's Blurryface and I care what you think.
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think"
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your
technological guide!"
Nolan continued along with her, getting the nudge, and sang softly.
"Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days, When our
momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out. Sometimes a
certain smell will take me back to when I was young, How come I’m
never able to identify where it’s coming from,"
"I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it. Try to sell
it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one. And It'd be
to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose. Same clothes homegrown
a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam. But it would remind
us of when nothing really mattered.
Out of student loans and tree-house homes we all would take the
latter" Rory finished the verse for him, smiling.
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your
technological guide!"
"My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think. Wish we could
turn back time, to the good ol’ days, When our momma sang us to
sleep but now we’re stressed out. We used to play pretend, give
each other different names, We would build a rocket ship and then
we’d fly it far away, Used to dream of outer space but now they’re
laughing at our face, Saying, “wake up, you need to make
money." Nolan continued the song, lightly leaning against Rory
with a smile.
"We used to play pretend, give each other different names, We
would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away, Used to
dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face, Saying,
'Wake up, you need to make money'" Rory copied, leaning back
against him.
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your
technological guide!"