idolization is a tricky thing
Thompson's Vegas showed me a wave
But when I created that same chaos
I left no mind to save
I read Marquez; his Macondo read better than a sonnet
So I found the courage to write, but the words came out like a leaky faucet
I watched Grace Slick drop and sing
So the next time I went camping
I lost my mind off a tab in Vermillion
Huxley showed me The Doors
After? Jim Morrison could've died on my bathroom floor
And I still would fucking love him!
What can one say when they become the cliche?
You can love everyone but yourself
But eventually your nights will fall past today
Idolization is a tricky thing
