Kick - Conor Oberst

Kick, you know you’re still a kid

And your diet’s too full of additives

Passed out on a couch with ashes in your mouth

Dreaming that you’re hopping a fence

This world must have it out for you

From the shores of Montauk out to Malibu

The trappings of a name you never could escape

These people want to live in the past

Some golden age that they never had

I thought we lost that Camelot

I thought we lost that Camelot

It’s a children’s story we forgot

So long ago

Kick, it’s hard to find a friend

In a place that’s so cruel and partisan

But you should go in style to Stockholm for a while

Live outside oblivion’s lens

Someday you’ll have a fine divorce

And a cemetery plot in Hyannis Port

Next time you close your eyes

On a helicopter ride

I hope you see it isn’t your fault

I hope you know it isn’t your fault

I thought they shot that Camelot

I thought they shot that Camelot

Whoever shot this movie star B-roll

Said the show must go on

Layin' in an office on an old chaise lounge

Listenin' to the doctor drone

No therapeutic feeling once the shock wears off

Answer every question «no»

Hiding in a hamlet with the shades pulled down

Wondering if the story’s broke

Tragedy is profit once the word gets out

Tabloids at the country store

Searching under tables when the bar closed down

Said somebody stole your phone

Now there’s no one to talk to but these trust-fund drunks

Should’ve brought a chaperone

But Kick, I’d love to help you but I just don’t count

Friendship makes you paranoid

I don’t believe in curses, but I just might now

You never really had a choice

Like all your broken toys

Kick, you know this life is rich

But pleasure’s not the same as happiness

If you don’t collide with the traffic in your mind

I think you’ll find your way out of this

I hope you find your way out of this