Another one of those fan fictions that don't make sense. But yeah, I threw this songfic together really quickly. I wasn't trying to base it exactly off of the storyline or the song, either. I just had the urge to write. Enjoy!
Johnny laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Alone. He still couldn't get over.. Whatsername.
His eyes closed as he took in a deep breath. He hadn't spoken to her in months. He tried calling her, but she never answered. He even tried showing up at her apartment before he took the bus back to his old home, but she didn't even look out the window.
He didn't even have anything to remember her by. Not even a single photo. He remembered the day after she ended it with him..
"I can't stand it! I'm sick of this bullshit!"
"Aw, come on, Johnny boy. Lighten up." Jimmy sang, nudging the man in the ribs.
"Fuck off. I lost the girl I loved.. And the only girl that would ever love me." He shoved Jimmy away, who simply laughed in reply.
"You didn't love her. You loved the idea of her. You don't have to remember her. She can be just a figment of your imagination."
"You're a figment of my imagination, Jimmy."
"Oh, shut up. I'm much more than that." The 'saint' tossed the man a lighter.
"Fuck this." Johnny muttered, lighting the pictures on fire. He watched the fire flash different shades, his eyes burning from the heat rising towards them.
Was he going to regret this?
"No." He muttered. He didn't need to remember her name. He didn't need to remember her face. Especially not those eyes. No, he didn't need to remember those.
"How long has it been?" Johnny asked himself, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes opened and a small frown was glued to his face. "Almost six months, maybe?" He shook his head. "It seems like longer.."
He wasn't even sure why he was lingering on memories of her so much. He could never forget, though. No matter how hard he tried.
He sat up, grabbing his guitar that he had always left beside his bed.
Strumming it, he mumbled the lyrics to himself, barely singing.
"The regrets are useless in my mind.
She's in my head, I must confess.
The regrets are useless in my mind.
She's in my head from so long ago.
Remember, whatever, it seems like forever ago.
And in my darkest night,
If my memory serves me right,
I'll never turn back time.."
With a deep breath, Johnny murmured the final words.
"Forgetting you, but not the time."