Crooked traffic lines
Cracked ribs, and broken hearts
Another Bob Dylan song makes me cope
My mind is timeless, and my heart aches
But there is no cure for desperation
And mumbling words for praise ain’t gonna cut it
And ill end up being lonesome and ill be alone
With another 60’s melody and another overused verse
From a classic song,
And my iPod will deafen my ears to sleep

As famous souls die by the hand of celebrity
And talent falls to another pill, another tabloid
Another insecurity violated

Won’t you come over and stop making a fool out of me,

Left is time,
And another talent,
Remembered by death,
And never will those, know
That they were infamous