DISCLAIMER: I love Donnie Darko, almost as much as I love Modest Mouse. Sadly, neither of them shall e'er be mine. Sigh…
COMMENTS: I didn't even have to rewrite the first verse. I swear to God.
He don't remember
how it got there
He had a number
written on his forearm
It spelled disaster.
He entered the back door
All hoping, all hoping for answers
Frank was looking, a looking so frightening
His car absorbed her life
All right!
She sat, she sat in the front seat
Her body was soft, but had no heat
And she just had to know something
Her novel was so damn right
All right and!
He stayed in his bed for that one night
He thought about time that seemed not right
His life still seemed to mean nothing
His eyes were shining, shining
I know that hardly anyone reads DD fics, I also know that for some bizarre reason, hardly anyone has heard any of MM's work, excluding Float on, so just the fact that you clicked onto this is a freaking miracle . If you read this and are able to comprehend it, please leave a review, just to let me know that I'm not alone. I just don't want to be all alone…