Lyrics Suburban Siddhartha - Adam Melchor

My suburban Siddhartha, searching for nirvana
In the bathroom cabinets scripted by the family doctor
My suburban Siddhartha, I bet you made a dollar
Covered by insurance, selling plastic filled your wallet

And I don't know how you did it, but I have no doubts about it
You hid all the pain that you were bound in, you were drowning
The cities get so bright at night, the small towns get much darker
You put up a title fight, my suburban Siddhartha

My suburban Siddhartha, stretched out like vinyasa
Went from OxyContin to a needle full of problems
My suburban Siddhartha, cranked up to eleven
Upstairs after breakfast, never came back down from heaven

And I don't know how you did it, but you made no doubt about it
You hid all the pain that you were bound in, you were drowning
The cities get so bright at night, the small towns get much darker
You put up a title fight, my suburban Siddhartha

Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na
Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na

My suburban Siddhartha, you didn't have a casket
Just a picture and some scripture sitting by your ashes
My suburban Siddhartha, I thought you faked your own death
I told myself you're somewhere out west, playing like a madman

And I don't know how you'd do it, and I have my doubts about it
But it helps me fight the pain that I am bound in when I'm drowning
The cities get so bright at night, the small towns get much darker
You put up a title fight, my suburban Siddhartha (yeah)

Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na
Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na
Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na
Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na

Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na
Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na