I grew up in a solid neighbourhood with a not-so-solid mental state
Then winter rolls around, and I'm grappling
With the sound of static in my brain
Nothing but love for my sister and girlfriend,
Who always stay with me when I'm insane
But there's only so much you can do for a person
Before you leave them standing in the rain
I'm writing lyrics to vent the pent up anxiety inside of me
Which I'll likely grow up and forget
Said I know I'm a no one, but I could still try to make it yet
But my idols all shot up and shot themselves, and it's just that
I don't wanna die, oh no
I don't wanna die
But what's the point in life if you don't do what you like?
Is it worth the price of not making it out alive?
I don't wanna say goodbye, oh no
And leave all this behind
But I'm standing in the shadow of a morality battle
And I can't seem to find the light
I raised myself on Amy, Curtis, Biggie,
Gordie, Kurt, Cornell, and all the greats
My blanket was the sound of the hurting and breaking down
And yeah, it kept me sane
Oh, but standing here looking at the legends
Who died to keep me living every day
Well I don't believe in a god
But if I did, I guess I'd pray I make it out okay
Yeah
I'm writing lyrics to vent the pent up anxiety inside of me
Which I'll likely grow up and forget
I said I know I'm a no one, but I could still try to make it yet
But my idols all shot up and shot themselves
And I don't wanna die, oh no
I don't wanna die
But what's the point in life if you don't do what you like?
And is it worth the price of not making it out alive?
I don't wanna say goodbye, oh no
And leave all this behind
But I'm standing in the shadow of a morality battle
And I can't seem to find the light
And you can call me Cobain
Shooting shells right through my own brain
I can't take the fucking mind games
A victim of the fame
A victim of the fame that made me Cobain
Baby, death's my only escape
I can't carry all this damn weight
A victim of the fame
A victim of the fame that made me
And I don't wanna die, oh no
(And you can call me Cobain)
I don't wanna die
(Shooting shells right through my own brain)
But what's the point in life if you don't do what you like?
(I can't take the fucking mind games)
And is it worth the price of not making it out alive?
(That made me Cobain)
I don't wanna say goodbye, oh no
And leave all this behind
(Baby, death's my only escape)
But I'm standing in the shadow of a morality battle
(I can't carry all this damn weight)
And I can't seem to find the light
(A victim of the fame, a victim of the fame that made me)