Listen when I say its real. Real life goes undefined. How could you be so missable? Everything you take makes me more unreal. Real lines go undefined how could this be so miserable? Under the summer rain I burnt away. You turned away. Listen. I can’t make a sound or feel fine. I kissed the lies. Why must they be so kissable? Listen as I break the fourth wall’s seal. Gorgeous eyes shine suicide. When will we be invisible? This is the fall. This is the long way down and our lives look smaller now… and our lives look so small .
– AFI, “Summer Shudder” (Album Lyrics)
How I missed those lines is anyone’s guessed.
The fourth wall. The fourth wall gets a mention.
That song is now so much more beautiful. I’d love to write a story inspired by it, but I’m pretty sure it’d be straying into Writer’s Block-y territory and get written off as too Mary Sue-ish. Pity. But that doesn’t make it any less beautiful.