Harsh undertones
Of a smooth tune
A jagged romance,
Love on the rocks
A drink strongly spiked
A band tired of listening
His words spilled like vodka
Pouring over a melody
Writing of such desperation
Of a cry out to his lover
Lyrical genius, truly
Though he was asked to leave
He was an addict, full-blown
And they were borderlining success
In his absence, the show went on
Too much for his ears to bear
The upbeat rhythm
The words he knew by heart
They drifted through the speakers,
Though they didn't come from him
So he'd drink himself gone
Dying on the inside, as well as out
Those lyrics of longing, all his
The glory that followed, theirs
In the shadow of betrayl
He would take his own life
To ensure that they would know his pain
Whenever his song blared on the radio
Author notes
This is about Doug Hopkins, who was the original guitarist for the Gin Blossoms, and the writer of my favorite song ever... Hey Jealousy.
