Another night of reckless thinking leads to headaches.    Sleeping with the paparazzi through another earthquake.    We cut the velvet rope but couldn't cut the tension   "Yea, that's my friend"   The name was dropped in all directions      These are my friends   I just met them   As fleeting as flashbulbs   As fast as past tense      You can check your list   I guarantee my name is on it   Yea, they're with me   The pack of wolves with gin and tonics   We're breaking hearts, we're breaking necks   We're broken records   Beggars can't be choosers said the legend to the losers      Color me the loss of patience,    I'll color you the withered acquantiance   Celebrities who strive to matter   Respect is killed by muffled chatter   And so it goes the tale of giants   Pierced through the back by psuedo tyrants