COBAIN
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Young dreamer's tryna shoot for the stars
But big dreams never got him too far
Most nights sleeping out in his car
His daddy says life's not that fucking hard
Someone told him he should move out to LA
That's the place with all the fortune and the fame
Pen on paper, signed his whole life away
What a shame, such a shame that we're both the same
Oh, how could he have known
How it feels to be alone on the road
Twenty hours away from home
Young girl with her father's guitar
Barely old enough to step in a bar
Playing covers of The Cure and The Cars
Dramatically says she would die for the art
Pictures herself as a young Cobain
She's got a Bleach t-shirt and a beautiful brain
She's been singing just to deal with the pain
It's okay, I've been doing the same, honestly
Oh, how could he have known
How it feels to be alone on the road
Twenty hours away from home
And oh-oh, oh-oh
No-one ever kno-o-o-ows
What it feels like, forty shows in a row
They're singing every note
I'm just gonna sit outside the club
'Cause I don't really wanna die this young
Wearin' all black with a white lighter
No, you don't wanna light my fire
Oh, how could he have known
How it feels to be alone on the road
Twenty hours away from home
And oh-oh, oh-oh
No-one ever kno-o-o-o-ows
What it feels like, forty shows in a row
They're singing every note
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(No-one ever kno-o-o-ows)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
Young dreamer's tryna shoot for the stars
But big dreams never got him too far
Most nights sleeping out in his car
His daddy says life's not that fucking hard
Someone told him he should move out to LA
That's the place with all the fortune and the fame
Pen on paper, signed his whole life away
What a shame, such a shame that we're both the same
Oh, how could he have known
How it feels to be alone on the road
Twenty hours away from home
Young girl with her father's guitar
Barely old enough to step in a bar
Playing covers of The Cure and The Cars
Dramatically says she would die for the art
Pictures herself as a young Cobain
She's got a Bleach t-shirt and a beautiful brain
She's been singing just to deal with the pain
It's okay, I've been doing the same, honestly
Oh, how could he have known
How it feels to be alone on the road
Twenty hours away from home
And oh-oh, oh-oh
No-one ever kno-o-o-ows
What it feels like, forty shows in a row
They're singing every note
I'm just gonna sit outside the club
'Cause I don't really wanna die this young
Wearin' all black with a white lighter
No, you don't wanna light my fire
Oh, how could he have known
How it feels to be alone on the road
Twenty hours away from home
And oh-oh, oh-oh
No-one ever kno-o-o-o-ows
What it feels like, forty shows in a row
They're singing every note
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(No-one ever kno-o-o-ows)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Jones, Tim Fogg, Bryce Marshall, Travis Slack, John Carteret
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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