Stinking of Your Ex

So you fucked an icon, and in a way, he fucked you too.
Your ungainly evolution with the flashing lights and the frequent fights
With all the icons and exes you put in the ground
With only you to hold their sound
How's it looking lovely?
Always keeping lively
Typecast as your self
Completely exposed
That familiar sneer
Seems a bit posed
The price you paid
The gods you laid
You should have stayed
That glamour fades
That narco cushion
Doesnt stop the fire
In your veins
In your heart
The truth stains your clothes
Like the pen to the page
Evidenced in your art
Your big break (up) is all the rage
You coulda done worse kid,
Too bad that limo was your hearse, dig.