Lyrics Kick - Conor Oberst

Kick

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