Jack POV
Me and the guys were walking by an apartment
Only to hear a guitar being played
I stop and I listen
Bob jack you coming
Wade yeah come on
I'll catch up with you guys
I walk into the apartment and I walk up the steps
I walk past the rooms until I see a room that's open I look in to see someone playing a guitar
Their amazing
I look to see he has black hair that's dyed red he's wearing a black shirt and blue jeans
He's amazing though
I look up the song he's playing
It's called your the judge
After he stops he looks over at me surprised
I hide behind the wall and I start to blush
But I soon hear a light chuckle
Mark it's okay if you were watching
your not mad at me
Mark I don't mind plus I'd always like to play for a fan
That was you the judge right
Mark yeah do you now it
I scratch the back off my neck
I can sing it
Mark really now
Yeah
Mark well how about this I play for you and you sing for me
Sure
We start again
I start to sing
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh
When the leader of the bad guys sang,
Something soft and soaked in pain,
I heard the echo from his secret hideaway,
He must've forgot to close his door,
As he cranked out those dismal chords,
And his four walls declared him insane.
I found my way,
Right time, wrong place,
As I pled my case.
You're the judge, oh no, set me free,
You're the judge, oh no, set me free,
I know my soul's freezing,
Hell's hot for good reason, so please, take me.
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh
Three lights are lit but the fourth one's out,
I can tell 'cause it's a bit darker than the last night's bout,
I forgot about the drought of light bulbs in this house,
So I head out, down a route I think is heading south,
But I'm not good with directions and I hide behind my mouth,
I'm a pro at imperfections and I'm best friends with my doubt,
And now that my mind's out, and now I hear it clear and loud,
I'm thinking, "Wow, I probably shoulda stayed inside my house."
I found my way,
Right time, wrong place,
As I pled my case.
You're the judge, oh no, set me free,
You're the judge, oh no, set me free,
I know my soul's freezing,
Hell's hot for good reason, so please,
I don't know if this song is a surrender or a revel,
I don't know if this one is about me or the devil.
I don't know if this song is a surrender or a revel,
I don't know if this one is about me or the devil.
You're the judge, oh no, set me free, oh no
You're the judge, oh no, set me free, oh no
I know my soul's freezing,
Hell's hot for good reason, so please,
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh (You're the judge, oh no, set me free)
Na na na na, oh oh (You're the judge, oh no, set me free)
Na na na na, oh oh (You're the judge, oh no, set me free)
(You're the judge, oh no, set me free)
After we stop he smiles
Mark we should do this more often
Yes we should
Mark I'm Mark
I'm Sean but my friends call me jack
Mark well jack call me
He grabs my hand and slips me his number
He looks at me
I look at him
We lean in and kiss
Mark see yea jack
See yea Mark
I leave the red haired devils house and then I feel sparks
That's the best thing I've felt in a while no joke
