CHAPTER FIVE:
WE ARE THE WAITING
A/N: Hello and welcome to another chapter of my albumfic thingy. I'm not really looking forward to this one, since I don't really like this song, but oh well. I'm doubting there will be any controversy, but there might be, so you have been warned and such. Moving on…
DISCLAIMER:
Green Day owns all lyrics!! Every last one.
Starry
nights city lights coming down over me
Skyscrapers and stargazers
in my head
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
This
dirty town was burning down in my dreams
Lost and found city bound
in my dreams
I always feel much calmer looking out my window on clear nights. Stars seem to have that effect on me. I can see all the skyscrapers too, and they block half the stars, but they're pretty, with all their lights and things. Last night I had a dream that I was one of those stars. I was an unknown, unnamed star, watching this town burn down. Then some people dug it up ages later, and it was the lost city of Anaheim, which amused me. It was like Pompeii, only worse.
Forget
me nots and second thoughts live in isolation
Heads or tails and
fairytales in my mind
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
unknown
The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of
suburbia is a lie
I dragged myself out of bed to gaze over the sleeping city, and I noticed the forget-me-nots were blooming in the front garden thingy. I think it's kind of funny how they bloom in isolation, since nothing has grown in that thing since I was two. Nothing makes much sense to me at night, especially this. All I know it that they're waiting for something. Yes, the flowers are waiting. Trust me on this. They're waiting for the story of my life, about all my rage and love, about everything. They know the Jesus of Suburbia is just a façade, something I do to protect myself from people. They know me like no one else does.
A/N: Yeah, short chappy. I really like the last bit for some reason. Yes, I cut out a bunch of it. Oh well. As stated, I don't like this song. LaTeR.