California Kurt Cobain
I used to know you when we were young
I used to know you when we slept in the park
And shoulder tapped booze from the bums
Apostles gone on rum
Always had to lie to my folks.
And no one cared if you would come home
In my eyeliner and stained fur-coat
You never showed me a thing that you wrote
I was afraid that you would be the only boy to ever leave me lame
But you ain't even close Vicente
And you ain't the California Kurt Cobain
No you're not even close Vicente
And you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain
Remember you stole me that shirt?
From the thrift store on state it costs fifty cents, but you couldn't be bothered to pay
You just liked running away
Burnt holes in my sleeves I lied when I begged you to leave
But I wore it every day like a song on repeat even if it was 90 degrees
I was afraid that you would be the only boy to ever leave me lame
But you ain't even close Vicente
And you ain't the California Kurt Cobain
No you ain't even close Vicente
And you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain
Look at you now you got nothing to say
In your tiny little town with your tiny little ways
You always said you'd be famous but me I never believed you Because people like you Have a hard time getting free and when they do they never remember
But you don't mean much to me now anyway. And I don't think about you now much These days and you ain't even close Vicente and you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain
I used to know you when we slept in the park
And shoulder tapped booze from the bums
Apostles gone on rum
Always had to lie to my folks.
And no one cared if you would come home
In my eyeliner and stained fur-coat
You never showed me a thing that you wrote
I was afraid that you would be the only boy to ever leave me lame
But you ain't even close Vicente
And you ain't the California Kurt Cobain
No you're not even close Vicente
And you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain
Remember you stole me that shirt?
From the thrift store on state it costs fifty cents, but you couldn't be bothered to pay
You just liked running away
Burnt holes in my sleeves I lied when I begged you to leave
But I wore it every day like a song on repeat even if it was 90 degrees
I was afraid that you would be the only boy to ever leave me lame
But you ain't even close Vicente
And you ain't the California Kurt Cobain
No you ain't even close Vicente
And you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain
Look at you now you got nothing to say
In your tiny little town with your tiny little ways
You always said you'd be famous but me I never believed you Because people like you Have a hard time getting free and when they do they never remember
But you don't mean much to me now anyway. And I don't think about you now much These days and you ain't even close Vicente and you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain
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Writer(s): Ryan Perreault
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