Our Role Model

Who'll we glint up to?

When our role model 

Are broken and bruised 

Drowning in Davy Jones's locker 

Of alcohol and sinking 

In the desert of marijuana.

We sit and hide behind 

Closed doors with candles lit

Copying smoking feeding 

Our perfect fantasy of freedom. 

Licking left empty bottles 

Of alcohol hoping it'll startle us

To be baptized like our role model. 

We're young but our dreams 

Is to be like you, you're our hero!

We look up to you! Thinking 

That's how to overcome battles

Little did we know that they're 

All hat and no cattle in life.