TRUE STORY:
(She's driving; pulling at her eyebrow ring; talking incessantly. We pan across from her face to her hands. Both of them grip the pink furry steering wheel. We slide past to a polaroid of a bad angle shot of boy like it's a small detail, but it's not. We land on a different boy sitting next to our punk-rock pilot. He's slouched in the passenger seat, half aware and slipping as his eyes turn to the window. The radio is playing the opening from Tom Petty's Breakdown , the beat tapping just as lazy as the scene established. He turns back towards her. Her voice softens; the volume of the music and her rambling trade out. He starts to sing to her. His lips crack hesitantly at first. She's oblivious. It prompts him onwards.)
I watched you revisit it
I watched you first meet him
I wish you could finish it
I know that you need him
And I know that you're trying to be strong
But you're wearing his hat
you're staring at
his picture
And you're right, that's not wrong
It's just that
I'm worried about this mixture
If you could breakdown maybe once
If you could just hang your head
This isn't what we want
but you need to say he's dead
He's dead
(The two pull up to a stop light. The words are registering regardless of how hard she's trying to fight it. Hands twist pink fur. She tongues her lip piercing. A car rolls up on the drivers side and the windows go down. Two heads peek out and begin to harmonize "oooooh" as back up singers.)
You need to start eating
You need to get some sleep
You need to stop holding
Onto something you can't keep
(The music kicks in loud. His vocals match up to the ones on the radio -mild alteration-The backup singers hit the first line with him.)
baby break down
go ahead and give it to me
baby break down
Honey, lemme take you through the night
Break down
I'm standing here, can't you see?
Break down, It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright.
(Though the backup singers have been singing with the boy they are now gone, and the two are alone in the car. She's in the country. Middle of nowhere. They come to a stop and on his last plea she throws her head into his lap and begins to sob. He pets her hair. We pan out. The emergency lights are flashing. We pan out and it grows darker until it's just two red flashing lights in the middle of nowhere.)
It's alright.
(She's driving; pulling at her eyebrow ring; talking incessantly. We pan across from her face to her hands. Both of them grip the pink furry steering wheel. We slide past to a polaroid of a bad angle shot of boy like it's a small detail, but it's not. We land on a different boy sitting next to our punk-rock pilot. He's slouched in the passenger seat, half aware and slipping as his eyes turn to the window. The radio is playing the opening from Tom Petty's Breakdown , the beat tapping just as lazy as the scene established. He turns back towards her. Her voice softens; the volume of the music and her rambling trade out. He starts to sing to her. His lips crack hesitantly at first. She's oblivious. It prompts him onwards.)
I watched you revisit it
I watched you first meet him
I wish you could finish it
I know that you need him
And I know that you're trying to be strong
But you're wearing his hat
you're staring at
his picture
And you're right, that's not wrong
It's just that
I'm worried about this mixture
If you could breakdown maybe once
If you could just hang your head
This isn't what we want
but you need to say he's dead
He's dead
(The two pull up to a stop light. The words are registering regardless of how hard she's trying to fight it. Hands twist pink fur. She tongues her lip piercing. A car rolls up on the drivers side and the windows go down. Two heads peek out and begin to harmonize "oooooh" as back up singers.)
You need to start eating
You need to get some sleep
You need to stop holding
Onto something you can't keep
(The music kicks in loud. His vocals match up to the ones on the radio -mild alteration-The backup singers hit the first line with him.)
baby break down
go ahead and give it to me
baby break down
Honey, lemme take you through the night
Break down
I'm standing here, can't you see?
Break down, It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright.
(Though the backup singers have been singing with the boy they are now gone, and the two are alone in the car. She's in the country. Middle of nowhere. They come to a stop and on his last plea she throws her head into his lap and begins to sob. He pets her hair. We pan out. The emergency lights are flashing. We pan out and it grows darker until it's just two red flashing lights in the middle of nowhere.)
It's alright.