MI'd sleep on a couch in Gray's Harbor County
Trying to find the punk rock inside of me
We could shoot up dope and lose all hope
And you could be my Kurt Cobain

I'd lipstick the lines on the bathroom mirror
Mirror breaks, truth shatters and disappears
I'd shoot the moon so in the gloom
Maybe you could be my Kurt Cobain

I'd ride a grey bus from the blue skies of Cali
With a black vinyl map of riots and empathy
I'd stand in line to confess my crimes
So you could be my Kurt Cobain

I'll dream of a past in a wood panelled rec room
Covered up with a bowl, blown away with communal fumes
We'll be welfare stars and wake up in bars
And you can be my Kurt Cobain

I'd build us a feast with some ketchup and mustard
Call my old man when I'm diseased and been busted
I'll mark my scars with scabby stars
And you just be my Kurt Cobain

I'll spit up the lies, and potatoes, and carrots
I'll be raped and abused so we can all blame my parents
I'll find my soul in a toilet bowl
And I can be my Kurt Cobain

I'll get up at six, take a Valium, get over it
You'll ask how I am and I'll say work is shit
Comfy at my desk and have the best
Movin' up and I'll call it luck
You'll be squeaky clean and making green
Best I ever had 'till it all went bad
Tell my mom it was all so dumb
But we were cool like Kurt Cobain.