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.