The prompt is to write a break up scene using only lyrics. :) 3 guesses on the artist of the ones I used.
JEAN
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone I would’ve ask you.
OLIVE
From the look on your face…
JEAN
You should’ve said no.
OLIVE
I have a lot of regrets about that.
JEAN
Tell me this love is worth the fight.
OLIVE
I’m a mess but I’m the mess that you wanted.
JEAN
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. I should’ve been there at the back of your mind.
OLIVE
In my defense, I have none.
JEAN
Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me?
OLIVE
I did a number on you. But honestly, baby, who’s counting?
JEAN
You hold me down and I protect you with my life.
OLIVE
So go tell your friends that I’m obsessive and crazy! Sometimes you just don’t know the answer til someone’s on their knees and asks you.
JEAN
I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you.
OLIVE
It would’ve been fun, if I would’ve been the one.
JEAN
You never gave a warning sign.
OLIVE
I gave so many signs.
JEAN
If one thing had been different, would everything be different today?
[long pause, OLIVE reaches for JEAN]
Don’t. Don’t call me “kid,” don’t call me “baby.” Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me.
OLIVE
You heard the rumors from Inez?
JEAN
You can’t believe a word she says, most times.
OLIVE
But this time it was true.
The worst thing that I ever did, was what I did to you.
JEAN
Gave you too much but it wasn’t enough.
OLIVE
For me it was enough.
JEAN
I don’t like your little games.
OLIVE
You know damn well for you I would ruin myself a million little times.
JEAN
I guess you never know. And it’s another day waking up alone.
OLIVE
You did a number on me.
JEAN
But honestly, baby, who’s counting?
OLIVE
You knew you won so what’s the point of keeping score?
[JEAN walks out. OLIVE sighs and heads to the bar, near tears. FIONA is behind the bar.]
FIONA
We can’t make any promises now can we, babe?
OLIVE
But you can make me a drink.
FIONA
I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying.
OLIVE
I ended up here pouring out my heart to a stranger.
[she holds up her glass, FIONA refills]
But I didn’t pour the whiskey