Every Single Storied Flameout
No matter how many pens a poet drains
How full of sh*t he is or ain't
Well, it ain't up to him to tell you
So if burning out sounds better
And leaving handsome corpses makes good sense
Well, then by all means crown the lizard
Every single storied flameout's
Purgatory playlist skirts the pay-outs
Anyone from his loins might collect
His is a legacy in tourist traps
Conspiracies that took him out
And tattoos someone else lives to regret
All those well-intentioned lies
That I myself romanticized
Believably enough to pass as love songs
With more than one man on one knee
It never stops amazing me
How easily the heart hears what it wants to
Said the man who p**sed the river
If it's owning up you're after
There's no mystery how the dam inside you burst
I'd have a lot of nerve
To go feigning shock and outrage
If I'd been my example, I'd be worse
That part of you that feels alive
Is wired and can't be severed
From the damage-seeking part of you that runs it
Just don't embrace it with a vengeance
Before you've even shaved
With a razor that you bought with your own money
Said the man who p**sed the river
If it's owning up you're after
There's no mystery how the dam inside you burst
I'd have a lot of nerve
To go feigning shock and outrage
If I'd been my example, I'd be worse
Every single storied flameout's
Purgatory playlist skirts the pay-outs
Anyone from his loins might collect
His is a legacy in tourist traps
Conspiracies that took him out
And tattoos someone else lives to regret
