The song this fic is based on was written and is performed by Greenday and belongs to them
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
When you told me you wanted to end the band I was shocked, not as shocked as most people, but then again I knew you better than most people did. Now we’ve gone our separate ways, the road turned and spilt, things got angry and we parted.
But now what? What about me? You maybe happy, but what about me?
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to do.
I sat, I sat for a long time, in hotel rooms across the globe, thinking about you, me, us, savage garden, the future. And I realised there was only one thing I could do and that was to carry on, alone. Leave savage garden behind, go back to being me, back to Darren Hayes, this time Darren Hayes the solo artist.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
But why Daniel? Why leave? Things were going so well, the album had done better than any of us had expected, we were successful, we were where we wanted to be. Where we used to dream about being. But no, Daniel Jones wasn’t happy, he had to leave, leave me, alone, on my own, by myself, lonely. Why Danny? Why?
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
You know how I still feel about you. I know you once felt it too, but do you still? It’s different traveling, writing, recording, touring, alone, without you, my best friend by my side. Is it weird for you, or have you moved on? Are you happy with your new life Danny? Are you really happy now? Because I’m not. I put on a brave face, but every night I cry myself to sleep. I miss you Danny.
I hope you had the time of your life.
I hope you enjoyed the ride Daniel. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
As I look over one of my many old photo albums, I spot a photo of me and you, together. This photo has been a freeze-frame in my mind since you left. It’s the one in San Francisco, by the bay, our arms wrapped tightly around each other and you have the warmest, biggest, best ‘Daniel Jones’ smile on your face. Your face, your beautiful face. Now look, I’m crying again, and it’s your fault Daniel Jones, your goddamn fault!
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.
I’ll never forget you Jonesy, never, you will always be there, in my head, in my heart. Please don’t forget me. I know you’ve moved on, got yourself a girlfriend, is she better than me? Do you love her, as you once loved me? You once promised me that you’d never leave, that you stay with me forever. Well Danny forever’s not up, so where are you when I need you. Please remember me Danny, please remember the good times.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
I miss you Danny. I miss you ever waking second, from waking up in a cold bed, to crying myself to sleep at night. I miss you so much, I wish you could see how much, but I doubt you ever will.
Come home. I need you so much now Danny. I wonder if you miss me too, but now you have that girlfriend of yours, I have been told her name, but I’m sorry for blocking the name from my memory right now. I need you. Please Danny, come home. I miss you
I love you Danny.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
Is it right though Danny, leaving me here, all alone? Is it right suddenly throwing yourself at the newspapers telling them of your undying love for whatever that fucking girl’s name is! Don’t think that I haven’t read and re-read the interviews you’ve done over the past few months. Because I have, trying to hunt out the double meaning, but you’ve been careful, there’s nothing in any interview I can find that can be read into in the slightest, nothing. You’re too clever Danny. Too clever for little old me, little old stupid, pathetic me.
I hope you had the time of your life.
I hope you enjoyed being with me Daniel, because I love you. I hope I wasn’t just some easy ride, some object that you can have whenever you bloody well like.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Come home. Please Danny, you don’t know how much I need to see you, speak to you, hold you. I live for you, please come home, without you I am nothing. I need you Danny.
Please, I love you
