Speaking Off the Record

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, babe
 I can't believe you hurt yourself again
 And even for a second, babe
 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
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 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