Title: Names
Summary: Gunther angst songfic. Kind of a round about on Gunther's past and present.
Disclaimer: I don't own Friends (I'd be rich) and I don't own the Monkees (I'd be the heir to white out thrown).
Oh I could hide 'neath the wing
Of the blue bird as she sings
The six-o'clock alarm would never ring
But six rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
The shaving razor's cold and it stings
A couple more pounds and then. the flat line. I've lost her. That is, if I ever really had her. I've been married to her for six years and the thought still runs through my head. *Is she yours? Are you good enough?*
When we first met I didn't want to say her name because if I did it would slide off my tongue like butter, so naturally, I would know that I wouldn't be able to live without her. Caelyn. I don't want to say it now because it reminds that I can't live without her.
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Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream believer and a
Homecoming queen
Davida. The other name I can't bear to say. I could before, but not now. Because now, that name is all alone. That name used to be filled with joy and giggles and mirth but now sorrow, sadness, and.. I can't be fancy or sound good right now. The truth is with Davida is that she has no mother now and almost no father. I'm nearly all gone. My body's here but parts of me are gone.
Sitting here in this hospital corridor, I have to think of what I'm going to do with Dave (I can't say that name). I could go back to Amsterdam and live with my brother, but I can't go back. Not without Caelyn. I don't know if I can stay in New York. There are not as many reminders of what used to have been. I've lived here for only two years but I've got a job that doesn't need too much work and less English. I'll stay it's easier.
You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, our good times start and end
Without all I want to spend
But how much baby do we really need
In truth, I don't think I had Caelyn, Davida, or myself back then. Now I do and I'm not letting do of that.
I've got Caelyn in my heart and in that picture by the TV. I've got Dave here, there, in her room doing her homework, in the kitchen setting the table, and wherever she wants to be. And I've got me wherever I go, whoever's with me, and however I'm feeling.
Summary: Gunther angst songfic. Kind of a round about on Gunther's past and present.
Disclaimer: I don't own Friends (I'd be rich) and I don't own the Monkees (I'd be the heir to white out thrown).
Oh I could hide 'neath the wing
Of the blue bird as she sings
The six-o'clock alarm would never ring
But six rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
The shaving razor's cold and it stings
A couple more pounds and then. the flat line. I've lost her. That is, if I ever really had her. I've been married to her for six years and the thought still runs through my head. *Is she yours? Are you good enough?*
When we first met I didn't want to say her name because if I did it would slide off my tongue like butter, so naturally, I would know that I wouldn't be able to live without her. Caelyn. I don't want to say it now because it reminds that I can't live without her.
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Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream believer and a
Homecoming queen
Davida. The other name I can't bear to say. I could before, but not now. Because now, that name is all alone. That name used to be filled with joy and giggles and mirth but now sorrow, sadness, and.. I can't be fancy or sound good right now. The truth is with Davida is that she has no mother now and almost no father. I'm nearly all gone. My body's here but parts of me are gone.
Sitting here in this hospital corridor, I have to think of what I'm going to do with Dave (I can't say that name). I could go back to Amsterdam and live with my brother, but I can't go back. Not without Caelyn. I don't know if I can stay in New York. There are not as many reminders of what used to have been. I've lived here for only two years but I've got a job that doesn't need too much work and less English. I'll stay it's easier.
You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, our good times start and end
Without all I want to spend
But how much baby do we really need
In truth, I don't think I had Caelyn, Davida, or myself back then. Now I do and I'm not letting do of that.
I've got Caelyn in my heart and in that picture by the TV. I've got Dave here, there, in her room doing her homework, in the kitchen setting the table, and wherever she wants to be. And I've got me wherever I go, whoever's with me, and however I'm feeling.