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Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Songwriter
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Songwriter
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Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Producer
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Producer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Adam Melchor, Noah Conrad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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