Another night of reckless thinking leads to headaches.

Sleeping with the paparazzi through another earthquake.

We cut the velvet rope but couldn't cut the tension

"Yea, that's my friend"

The name was dropped in all directions



These are my friends

I just met them

As fleeting as flashbulbs

As fast as past tense



You can check your list

I guarantee my name is on it

Yea, they're with me

The pack of wolves with gin and tonics

We're breaking hearts, we're breaking necks

We're broken records

Beggars can't be choosers said the legend to the losers



Color me the loss of patience,

I'll color you the withered acquantiance

Celebrities who strive to matter

Respect is killed by muffled chatter

And so it goes the tale of giants

Pierced through the back by psuedo tyrants