Speaking Off the Record

15 of my closest friends
Walked me right up to the ledge
"Everyone loves you," they said
So why do they leave me for dead?

Speaking off the record, babe
I can't believe you hurt yourself again
And even for a second, babe
I can't believe you'd risk it all for them

I spent the bulk of my youth
Fucking my hand in my room
Singing a song out of tune
And wishing my brown eyes were blue

And speaking of your record, baby
Don't include the early years at all
They're just a bit depressing, baby
Just give them all the rockstar that they want

Or maybe I spoke too soon
It's something I always do
(Yeah)

Whatever kills me fastest
Find a way to mask it
Singing to the masses
Or maybe I spoke too soon

I'm not Cobain
I'm just a bitch
(Singing to the masses)
But I live for the fame
And I'll die for it
(Singing to the masses)

Oh, baby boy, you are not dead
(You're singing to the masses)
You're on the cusp, but not quite yet
(Singing to the masses, singing to the masses)
I thought that we were past this

And speaking off the record, baby
(Speaking off the record, baby)
And when I come un-tethered, baby
(When I come un-tethered, baby)
Are you feeling better, baby?
Or do you think about it every night?
You're smiling more than ever, baby
Tell me why you want to end your life