Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Melchor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Melchor
Songwriter
Noah Conrad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Melchor
Producer
Noah Conrad
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[PostChorus]
Hey-hey-hey, na-na-na
Hey-hey-hey, na-na-na
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[PostChorus]
Hey-hey-hey, na-na-na
Hey-hey-hey, na-na-na
Hey-hey-hey, na-na-na
Hey-hey-hey, na-na-na
[Outro]
Hey-hey-hey, na-na-na
Hey-hey-hey, na-na-na
Written by: Adam Melchor, Noah Conrad
