Yeah...Turn the distortion all the way up on this one.I don't even care anymore.(Heavy, clipping trap drums crash in hard)Let's go.🌟 ChorusI'm the fucking loser this timeI really care about girls who don't care if I dieI think that I'm insane for not doing it rightCan you blame Cobain for blowing his mind?I think I would've done the same thing if I was next to herI was so desperate, I was a mess with herI was so dried out tryna perfect the girlI was so damn bored when I was texting her, yeah, yeahI'm the fucking loser this timeI really care about girls who don't care if I dieI think that I'm insane for not doing it rightCan you blame Cobain for blowing his mind?🌑 Verse 1(Fast, breathless, stuttering delivery over biting hi-hats)Staring at the screen till my eyes turn redReplaying every single word that you saidYou wanted a savior, you wanted a ghostBut I gave you the pieces that hurt me the mostNow I’m sitting in the dark in my oversized hoodieWishing that the world wasn't always so gloomyI wasted my energy tryna fix your soulNow I’m the one left in this empty ass holeYeah, you call me a loser, you call me a freakBut you only hit my phone when your body gets weak.🎧 Pre-Chorus(The beat strips back to just the fuzzy guitar loop; vocals sound incredibly raw and strained)Oh, but I cannotI'm feeling sobered up, I fucking miss the drugsYou made me give them up, I really hate their gutsLet's get hooked up on the patioLet's get so high that we can reach our toesLet's get so drunk that we take off our clothes🌟 ChorusI'm the fucking loser this timeI really care about girls who don't care if I dieI think that I'm insane for not doing it rightCan you blame Cobain for blowing his mind?I think I would've done the same thing if I was next to herI was so desperate, I was a mess with herI was so dried out tryna perfect the girlI was so damn bored when I was texting her, yeah, yeahI'm the fucking loser this timeI really care about girls who don't care if I dieI think that I'm insane for not doing it rightCan you blame Cobain for blowing his mind?🌑 Verse 2(Slower, slurred melodic delivery, vocals layered with heavy, clipping reverb)Now I'm back on the patio, freezing to deathWatching the smoke coming out of my breathYou hate all my habits, you hate how I moveBut you love the aesthetic of keeping me blueI’m a throwaway kid in a throwaway townJust waiting for someone to drag me back downNo clothes on our backs but we're freezing insideNowhere left for a ghost boy to hideI perfected your image, I built up your throneJust to end up a loser, completely alone.🎼 Bridge(The drums cut out entirely; a sharp feedback loop screeches in the background)Can you blame him?Because I really can't.(The beat explodes back at maximum volume with distorted 808s)I miss the drugs! I hate your guts!We're getting high until the windows shut!🌟 ChorusI'm the fucking loser this timeI really care about girls who don't care if I dieI think that I'm insane for not doing it rightCan you blame Cobain for blowing his mind?I think I would've done the same thing if I was next to herI was so desperate, I was a mess with herI was so dried out tryna perfect the girlI was so damn bored when I was texting her, yeah, yeahI'm the fucking loser this timeI really care about girls who don't care if I dieI think that I'm insane for not doing it rightCan you blame Cobain for blowing his mind?🚪 Outro(The trap drums vanish, leaving only the fading, scratchy guitar strings)Fucking loser this time...Can you blame him?I miss the drugs.(The song ends abruptly with the sound of a tape deck clicking shut)
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