When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind,Broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it, And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget, And that was the day I promised myself I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.
Greg saw his parents arguing. They always did this when dad was drunk. After sixteen years, Greg was used to it. He had heard every word of his parents fights. They thought he was asleep. Instead, he was locked in his room, trying to block out their screams. Anything that could be used to block out the noise…
He screwed up his eyes, swearing to himself that he didn't believe in love. It never would and it never will exist.
But darling you are the only exception
She was perfect, beautiful… Smart, funny… and she knew that House was a jerk. That's what he loved about her. When he looked into her eyes, it was like he was young again and all the fairytale stories he used to dismiss… they felt as if they had real meaning to them.
Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts, And we've got to find other ways to make it alone, Keep a straight face, I've always lived like this, Keeping a comfortable distance, And up until now I had, Sworn to myself that I'm, Content with loneliness, Because none of it was worth the risk
Then his infarction… Interrupting his five years of happiness with her. He had opened himself up completely… Now he was scared and damaged. Could she love a damaged man? Or would he drive her away? House knew the answer already. She would love him till the day she found another… One that was not damaged or hurt in anyway shape or form. He felt as if he had betrayed her, he caused her so much pain…
Then she walked out that door, with no goodbye, no note… Her suitcase gone and her key left behind.
She left House crippled and alone… Just like his heart…
Well you are the only exception
Now, there was Cuddy. There was no denying that House liked her back in med school… She was smarter than the average student and she knew how to fight him. She wasn't going to give up easily and she knew her own mind. House admired her for that.
I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't let go, Of what's in front of me here, I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up, Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
No! House could not believe that he was in love. He wasn't. Not after… Her… He didn't know that he would ever feel this way about another person again. The way Wilson had described Amber, or Cameron had described Chase (not that he was interested). Every time Lisa Cuddy walked into the room, House's day brightened up. He loved the creativity her conflict with him brought.
You are the only exception
Could he tell her? Or was this all in his head? Love didn't exist. House knew it was just a chemical factor in the brain that released hormones and endorphins that seemed like love… But if love didn't exist… Then why did he feel the way he felt?
I'm on my way to believing.
I adored this song so much i had to write a House Fanfic involving it. Check it out on Youtube "Paramore; The Only Exception". Thank you for reading!