California Kurt Cobain

I used to know you when we were young I used to know you when we slept in the park And shoulder tapped booze from the bums Apostles gone on rum Always had to lie to my folks. And no one cared if you would come home In my eyeliner and stained fur-coat You never showed me a thing that you wrote I was afraid that you would be the only boy to ever leave me lame But you ain't even close Vicente And you ain't the California Kurt Cobain No you're not even close Vicente And you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain Remember you stole me that shirt? From the thrift store on state it costs fifty cents, but you couldn't be bothered to pay You just liked running away Burnt holes in my sleeves I lied when I begged you to leave But I wore it every day like a song on repeat even if it was 90 degrees I was afraid that you would be the only boy to ever leave me lame But you ain't even close Vicente And you ain't the California Kurt Cobain No you ain't even close Vicente And you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain Look at you now you got nothing to say In your tiny little town with your tiny little ways You always said you'd be famous but me I never believed you Because people like you Have a hard time getting free and when they do they never remember But you don't mean much to me now anyway. And I don't think about you now much These days and you ain't even close Vicente and you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain