i used to be a nicoteen, chain smoking on the beach, with my hair bleached blonde and my eyes lined dark. dressed up in velveteen; skin like peaches and cream. riding in boys cars, late night, to the docks. oh god, my arrogance. wore it like red lipstick; "maybe it's Maybelline." all of my happiness came with such indifference, everything meant nothing to me. yeah, everything meant nothing to me. get high and die for the weekend, pink wine and anti-depressants. all the boys who hurt me, well, not even one of them deserved me. too wild and wide-eyed to make sense, ride bikes to 7-11. liquor in my Slurpee. in my mind, forever, I'll be a nicoteen. hung out in parking lots, took turns at taking shots of your brother's rum that you stole off him. watching the boys turn tricks, pop wheelies and kick-flips til the girls got bored of being ignored. oh god, my innocence, wore it like clear chapstick, bearing it all to see. all my unhappiness, what was the point of it? everything meant nothing to me. yeah, everything meant nothing to me. get high and die for the weekend, pink wine and anti-depressants. all the boys who hurt me, well, not even one of them deserved me. too wild and wide-eyed to make sense, ride bikes to 7-11. liquor in my Slurpee. in my mind, forever, I'll be a nicoteen.Stream "Nicoteen" Here: https://sparta.ffm.to/bunnylowe-nicoteen Subscribe to Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMP8... Design and Animation: Megan Fleenor Follow: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bunnylowemu... Twitter: https://twitter.com/bunnylowemusic?la... Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/bunnylowemusic/ Lyrics: i used to be a nicoteen, chain smoking on the beach, with my hair bleached blonde and my eyes lined dark. dressed up in velveteen; skin like peaches and cream. riding in boys cars, late night, to the docks. oh god, my arrogance. wore it like red lipstick; "maybe it's Maybelline." all of my happiness came with such indifference, everything meant nothing to me. yeah, everything meant nothing to me. get high and die for the weekend, pink wine and anti-depressants. all the boys who hurt me, well, not even one of them deserved me. too wild and wide-eyed to make sense, ride bikes to 7-11. liquor in my Slurpee. in my mind, forever, I'll be a nicoteen. hung out in parking lots, took turns at taking shots of your brother's rum that you stole off him. watching the boys turn tricks, pop wheelies and kick-flips til the girls got bored of being ignored. oh god, my innocence, wore it like clear chapstick, bearing it all to see. all my unhappiness, what was the point of it? everything meant nothing to me. yeah, everything meant nothing to me. get high and die for the weekend, pink wine and anti-depressants. all the boys who hurt me, well, not even one of them deserved me. too wild and wide-eyed to make sense, ride bikes to 7-11. liquor in my Slurpee. in my mind, forever, I'll be a nicoteen.

I grew up in the suburbs, Riding bikes with my brother And drinking cheap beer to survive. You grew up in the suburbs, California boy of the summer Where dreamers all go to die. Alone in teenage wasteland, Those lonely blue nights. Now you're my teenage wasteland, Keeping me alive. Blood in my Nikes let me run out of this mess into your arms, We made it so far out the suburbs, so far out. Blood in my Nikes but I'm fine, I somehow walked into your life, We made it so far out the suburbs and goddamn we found each other. You were born on the day of The Loner, Never looking over your shoulder. You never did have the time. But I was born on the day of The Lovers, High and dry for it, I suffered. But nobody held me right. Alone in teenage wasteland, Those lonely blue nights. Now you're my teenage wasteland, Keeping me alive. Blood in my Nikes let me run out of this mess into your arms, We made it so far out the suburbs, so far out. Blood in my Nikes but I'm fine, I somehow walked into your life, We made it so far out the suburbs and goddamn we found each other. The lonely ache of sweet sixteen, it never much made sense to me, I never really had a dream til you. The lonely ache of sweet sixteen, it never much made sense to me, I never really had a dream til you. Blood in my Nikes let me run out of this mess into your arms, We made it so far out the suburbs, so far out. Blood in my Nikes but I'm fine, I somehow walked into your life, We made it so far out the suburbs and goddamn we found each other.

if I had to take a vague guess, I'd bet you were out in Vegas tried your luck in other places. Uh huh. did you turn into someone else yet, or are you up to all your same shit in a different neon wasteland? Mhm hm. heard that you met you an actress, promised her all Caesar's Palace, and gave her a Motel 6 mattress, not what she'd imagined... you're a loser, so you're gonna lose her, just like all your money, and all yours friends, and me... yeah you're a loser, so you're gonna lose her, you can keep on running from everyone and me. you're a Death Valley oasis; you're so pretty from a distance but up close, a disappointment. Uh huh. with your empty denim pockets, and your dried-up leather wallet. they're as vacant as your heart is. (Uh huh) heard that you met you a waitress, showed her one of your faces. she don't know what your name is; she thinks that you're famous... but you're a loser, so you're gonna lose her, just like all your money, and all yours friends, and me... yeah you're a loser, so you're gonna lose her, you can keep on running from everyone and me. but wherever you go, there you are. yeah, wherever you go, there you are....

you're like strawberry peach vodka lemonade, chills of summer in the shade strange music swelling down the staircase echo in the hallway when I see your face. i don't need sleep, just a fix of nicotine keep me up like caffeine technicolor television daydream making me crazy when you say anything i'm blinded by the highs, baby no I'm not alright honey you fuck me up, uh huh my hands are shaking hold you under my tongue, I don't think I can take it oh my god look at me like that, holy hell I'm just staring back and burning like a fever dream, blushing red like a strawberry. bored to death, I'm tired of the etiquette thinking about you hurts my head, acetaminophen come and save me, making me wait and watching you from my bed i'm all dressed in white, baby, and usually I'm shy, but honey you fuck me up, uh huh my hands are shaking hold you under my tongue, I don't think I can take it oh my god look at me like that, how the fuck am I supposed to act? i swear it puts me on my knees, all strung out like a rosary. oh my god, look at me like that, holy hell I'm just staring back and burning like a fever dream, blushing red like a strawberry.