Strictly Business // Brendon Urie

-15-

"Yes." He answered.

"Yes?" I asked, confused as to what exactly he was referring to. "Yes, I'll try. For you, I have to try. You do things to me I never thought were possible, you make me feel things I'm not sure I even want to feel. But, I have to." He explained. I gushed at his words silently. What was I making him feel? He doesn't know, so how should I?

"Oh." Was all that I could manage to come out of my mouth. Oh? Come on Quinn what are you doing?!

"Yeah... Look Quinn, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I care about you a lot more than I should, but I don't think you understand how bad I am for you." He said, dropping his head.

I looked at him with a puzzled expression on my face. "What?" I asked.

"You have a life ahead of you, Quinn. I don't, I'm at the end of my road. I'm doing all I can with my life, I'm not capable of what you are-" he attempted to finish the lies that were coming from his mouth, but I stopped him.

"Thats bullshit, Brendon and you know it. You're capable of literally anything. Anything. So stop beating yourself up about shit like this, your no where near the end of the road." I said, taking his hands into mine half way through my pathetic pep talk.

I felt like I got through to him for second, but that ended when he let go of my hands and quickly stood up.

"Quinn, I'm no good for you." He said sternly, avoiding my face. My eyes followed him as he walked across the room to a guitar sitting in the corner. I furrowed my eyebrows at his actions. What was he going to do with a guitar at this time?

"What are you-" I was cut off. "I'm going to play you a song that I wrote about you a week or two back when I regretted my feeling for you completely." He said bluntly.

"Okay..." I said, relaxing in the cushion and letting him do what he wants to. Regretted?

"It's called Nearly Witches." He said, wrapping him fingers around the neck of the guitar, positioning them in an awkward way.

My wing tips waltz across naive
Wood floors they creak
Innocently down the stairs

Drag melody
My percussive feet serve cobweb headaches as a
Matching set of marching clocks
The slumbering apparitions
That they've come to wake up

Here I am composing a burlesque
Out of where they rest their necks
Sunken in their splintered cradles
And ramshackle heads
They asked for it
As a girl

You have set your heart
On haunting me forever
From the start
It's never silent

Ever since we met
I only shoot up with your perfume
It's the only thing
That makes me feel as good as you do
Ever since we met
I've got just one regret to live through
And that one regret is you

How does a heart love, if no one has noticed its presence
And where does it go?
Trembling hands play my heart like a drum
But the beat's gotten lost in the show

You have set your heart
On haunting me forever
From the start
It's never silent

Ever since we met
I only shoot up with your perfume
It's the only thing
That makes me feel as good as you do
Ever since we met
I've got just one regret to live through
And I regret never letting you know!