It's late
When I feel the bottle
Slip from my grasp
And a loud shatter
Makes more noise
When a girl jumps
And crashing into something
She looks at me
And I can't see anything
Blinded
Like everyone else
She yells at me
And I try to drown her out
But something catches my attention
She asks if I'm that singer
And I just nod my head
Because I am a singer
Maybe the one she thinks I am
She tells me
Exactly how I feel
She says I look rundown
And I don't argue
She asks if I plan
To be the next Kurt Cobain
When I don't try to carry on the conversation
"He committed suicide,"
I respond
And I'm hoping
That she drops this idea
That I'm Kurt
Even though I plan
To go that way too
And what makes me stop thinking
Is when she says
"So I was spot on"
And ends up walking away
Because she saw me
And I tried to look for her
But she was already gone
Around the corner
And I was left
In a drunken state
Trying to stumble after her.
I was found
Before she was
And people were looking at me
As I was carried back to my room
And I knew
I would be yelled at
By my band and management
Because I was a train
Off its tracks
Heading off a cliff
And they were trying to find the breaks
But I wanted to keep going
And they weren't looking out for me
Just for what I was carrying
Because a train
Can be replaced
I am nothing.
