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Nowhere Kid
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Nowhere Kid was released on May 8, 2026 by Peter Florimo as a part of the album Nowhere Kid - Single
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Release DateMay 8, 2026
LabelPeter Florimo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Florimo
Peter Florimo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Florimo
Peter Florimo
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Florimo
Peter Florimo
Producer

Lyrics

She walks past the servo lights
Blue nail polish, Friday night
Laughs too loud with her friends outside
I just watch her move in full stride
Old backpack, worn-out shoes
Living life with secondhand views
Cheap guitar in my rusted room
Playing songs to the silver moon
I don't fit where the cool kids stand
But I still dream she'll take my hand
I'm just a backstreet runaway heartbeat
Late night, no-dough nowhere kid
Singing all my secrets through a cracked CD
Hoping she might listen in
Yeah, I know I'm a little rough 'round the edges
Living on chocolate and cigarettes
But maybe she'll see what nobody did
Inside this nowhere kid
Her boyfriend drives a lowered ute
Thinks he's king in RM Williams boots
I hear them fighting every week
While I write tunes she'll never see
Mum says, "Boy, get off that noise"
Dad says, "Music ain't a choice"
But these chords are all I know
They keep me breathing when I'm low
I don't shine like the rich kids do
But every song still points to you
I'm just a backstreet runaway heartbeat
Late night, no-dough nowhere kid
Singing all my secrets through a cracked CD
Hoping she might listen in
Yeah, I know I'm a little rough 'round the edges
Living on chocolate and cigarettes
But maybe she'll see what nobody did
Inside this nowhere kid
One day I'll leave this town behind
Trade these dingy streets for brighter lights
But if she knocked on my front door tonight
Well, I'd probably lose my mind
I'm just a backstreet runaway heartbeat
Cheap strings and anxiety
Still writing love songs nobody needs
In a room with broken dreams
Yeah, I know I'm a little rough 'round the edges
But maybe that's the best of me
Maybe she'll finally hear this kid
And sing these words with me
Just a nowhere kid
Yeah, a nowhere kid
Written by: Peter Florimo
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