I filled my car with Fuel and
Drove all the way to Linkin Park before I
Realized She Wants Revenge.
The ring she gave me was A Perfect Cicle and
Billy Talent was always jealous
Of The Bravery this trinket instilled in me.
My Chronic Future never took into account
That The Cure was as rare as
An Everclear and lucid dream.
The Hot Hot Heat of my decisions
Burned The Killers as they attempted
To kill me in the manner of Louis XIV.
My Mindless Self Indulgence distracted
The Muse that was guiding my final memoirs
As My Chemical Romance destroys my livelihood.
Should I reach Nirvana this time around
It will be Sublime, to carry on in perfect harmony,
An Oasis in my life of struggle.
The Placebo effect has proven itself,
For those Shiny Toy Guns have fooled me
And led me only to death in Rehab.
It may have been Slightly Stoopid,
The Story of the Year for all to hear,
The Subways are filled with gossip.
The Used poison sits at my feet
As the Violent Femmes come to take me away,
The White Stripes on the ceiling are the last thing I remember.