[Hook]

I can be your Kurt Cobain, girl

And you can be my Courtney Love with a shotgun to my brain, girl

What happens when I'm running through your veins, girl?

What happens when I'm running through your veins, girl?

[Verse 1]

I wanna know, do you love me or Courtney Love me

Do you want to blow my fucking brains out after of course you drug me

Fill me up with heroin so no force can budge me

Put my journals out, read, of course you judge me

No rock star wedding ever works

Picture me in a leather suit, you in a leather skirt

Wedding rites being thrown by the megahertz

"I love you," arguing over who said it first

You got me a fully loaded shotty for our anniverse

With a ------ -----, let me try it out, damn it works

Damn it got my plaid bloody

Laughing so hard, we're tearing up

This is kind of sad funny

You were with me back before I even had money

Now we having good with plenty by the bag honey

We've acquired an addiction

You need me, I need you, when we get higher

What were sniffing, with your prior ------ ------ from the kitchen

No lying every minute, I swear this bitch is flyer than a pigeon

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Is it really worth the running and the pain

Or should I just put a gun up to the brain

Nevermind, I put it to her head instead of mine

Lay the bitch down in a bed of lies, sever ties, several lies

When you tell a lie I could tell a lie

Didn't say much as a word, I'll let it slide

Getting revenge, hit on your friend, then she let it slide

Hit it again now she is my girlfriend, get a life

Cunt, you once were my gasp of air, babe

Now you can take a shit on a crashing airplane

If I passed the stairway, to heaven and your ass was near me

I'll tell God, "I'll pass on her mane"

Crass and weird dame, snake in the grass with earrings

I hate that we had to share things

But not as much as if we had to share names

Let me light your cigarette spray your ass with hairspray

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Got a call from the silly whore again

Want to kill me in my sleep, told the freak "call Billy Corgan"

Got to you, figured out what do I got to lose

Now I need help from Dr. Ruth and Dr. Drew

What's a shotgun do? Load it, cock, and shoot

(I can't fucking do this shit)

Hello kitty bitch, pretty idiot, itty bitty with pitty

And really it's sad, you prolly get it from dad

Your mom got her paying for your college with a good check

She's got fake tits collagen in her breasts

Look at you chugging the bottle with your puss wet

Modeling the book ----, follow in her footsteps

Holler when the mind gone

When the time from tomorrow, when you owe yesterday a dollar and a dime

You gone all up in my mind

Got a shotgun, blew my fucking thoughts on the roll and now I'm fine