American Idiot- The story, chapter 2
Where to go? Where to go?
I can't walk around here stoned as hell, there gotta be somewhere I can go. I looked out the car window, where the rain was pouring, no way I would go out there. But eventually I had to. I had some money left, but the question was how I was going to use them. It's not hard to find out what I could spend them on, but I wasn't going to think those depressing thoughts at the moment. I turned on the car stereo, the news were on.
"The company has lost the war today" this guy person says.
"If you say so" I mumbled to the stereo.
Now there were no doubts of what I should use my money on. There were this nice, small and cosy bar just across the street.
I jumped out of my car and out in the rain, and ran over the street in the pouring rain. And entered the bar, there weren't many people there. Some guys who was nearly that kinda drunk where you imagine things you know. And there were this girl who sat and just stirred her martini. I walked to the desk and ordered a beer from the fat man.
"I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies, this is the dawning of the rest of our lives. On holiday"
"Hi" I said to the girl who were sitting beside me now. "I'm Jimmy" I put my hand up so she could shake it.
"Whatsername" she answered ignoring my hand.
I don't know why I didn't question that her name was Whatsername, maybe it was the sad face she had. She just sat there, her brown hair hanging down, covering her eyes. They were brown. I just knew they were
We started talking of those fucked up lives we both had.
And the hill of empty beer bottles in front of us just grew larger and larger.
"Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line
To find the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen?
There's a flag wrapped around the score of men
A gag
A plastic bag on a monument"
I opened my eyes. I tried to get up, but my head didn't want me to. God, what had happened last night? I looked around, tried to see where I was. I was in a city, that was a fact. Tall buildings was over me everywhere , and I could hear cars somewhere.
Whatsername.
Jimmy razed up, ignoring that the brain sent signals that told him to lay down again. Were was she?
But the only thing nearby was a little cat, sucking wet. Poor creature.
I just had to face it. I wouldn't find Whatsername again. I was alone. Again.
I started walking. I thought that I had to find a place to stay.
"I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone"
There was something inside my head. It wanted out. It had been there for a while now. It had appeared the time I was with Whatsername, and now I couldn't stand to keep it inside anymore. I broke into an empty building, and sat down on the floor. I closed my eyes.
Then the thing inside used the moment, and began talking to me.
"Rage and love is the story of your life," it said.
"I can help you with your dream. But you gotta listen to me. The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie. You are Saint Jimmy. Remember that. Always remember that."
I can't walk around here stoned as hell, there gotta be somewhere I can go. I looked out the car window, where the rain was pouring, no way I would go out there. But eventually I had to. I had some money left, but the question was how I was going to use them. It's not hard to find out what I could spend them on, but I wasn't going to think those depressing thoughts at the moment. I turned on the car stereo, the news were on.
"The company has lost the war today" this guy person says.
"If you say so" I mumbled to the stereo.
Now there were no doubts of what I should use my money on. There were this nice, small and cosy bar just across the street.
I jumped out of my car and out in the rain, and ran over the street in the pouring rain. And entered the bar, there weren't many people there. Some guys who was nearly that kinda drunk where you imagine things you know. And there were this girl who sat and just stirred her martini. I walked to the desk and ordered a beer from the fat man.
"I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies, this is the dawning of the rest of our lives. On holiday"
"Hi" I said to the girl who were sitting beside me now. "I'm Jimmy" I put my hand up so she could shake it.
"Whatsername" she answered ignoring my hand.
I don't know why I didn't question that her name was Whatsername, maybe it was the sad face she had. She just sat there, her brown hair hanging down, covering her eyes. They were brown. I just knew they were
We started talking of those fucked up lives we both had.
And the hill of empty beer bottles in front of us just grew larger and larger.
"Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line
To find the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen?
There's a flag wrapped around the score of men
A gag
A plastic bag on a monument"
I opened my eyes. I tried to get up, but my head didn't want me to. God, what had happened last night? I looked around, tried to see where I was. I was in a city, that was a fact. Tall buildings was over me everywhere , and I could hear cars somewhere.
Whatsername.
Jimmy razed up, ignoring that the brain sent signals that told him to lay down again. Were was she?
But the only thing nearby was a little cat, sucking wet. Poor creature.
I just had to face it. I wouldn't find Whatsername again. I was alone. Again.
I started walking. I thought that I had to find a place to stay.
"I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone"
There was something inside my head. It wanted out. It had been there for a while now. It had appeared the time I was with Whatsername, and now I couldn't stand to keep it inside anymore. I broke into an empty building, and sat down on the floor. I closed my eyes.
Then the thing inside used the moment, and began talking to me.
"Rage and love is the story of your life," it said.
"I can help you with your dream. But you gotta listen to me. The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie. You are Saint Jimmy. Remember that. Always remember that."
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