15 of my closest friends
Walked me right up to the ledge
Everyone loves you, they said
So why do they leave me for dead?

Speaking off the record, baby
I can't believe you hurt yourself again
And even for a second, baby
I can't believe you'd risk it all for love

I spent the bulk of my youth
Fucking my hand in my room
Singing a song out of tune
And wishing my brown eyes were blue

And speaking off your record, baby
Don't include the early years at all
They're just a bit depressing, baby
Just give them all the rock star that they want

Or maybe I spoke too soon
It's something I always do (yeah)
Whatever kills me fastest
Find a way to mask it

Singing to the masses
Or maybe I spoke too soon
I'm not cobain, I'm just a bitch (singing to the masses)
But I live for fame, and I'll die for love (singing to the masses)

Oh, baby boy, you are not dead (singing to the masses)
You're on the cusp, but not quite yet (singing to the masses)
(Singing to the masses)
I thought that we were past this

And speaking off the record, baby (speaking off the record, baby)
And when I come untethered, baby (when I come untethered, baby)
Are you feeling better, baby?
Do you think about it every night?
You're smiling more than ever, baby
Tell me why you want to end your life