I used to have your poster on my wall
I followed all your rise and then your fall
I wonder if I knew you at all
Would I even like you?

Does it matter if a genius has a heart?
Can you separate the artist from the art?
Or was I mistaken from the start?
Ignorance is bliss

Selective subtraction
I only look at the parts that I like
Selective subtraction
And I've got a blind spot in my sights

The teenagers will kill your past
They're so sure that it won't last
The teenagers will kill your past tonight
Covered up we've got to go
Bluff your way through one more show
Cover it up it's what we need tonight

I read your book, it said too much
Now I can't stop thinking about that stuff
Everything that you did wrong
It's coming back to me in songs
I read your book, you said too much