Shotgun

[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