"Make The News" lyrics
If I blew my brains out, momma, I wouldn't make the news
Because I'm not famous, I'm not pretty
So no one cares, it's true
And I (and I, and I, and I, and I) wish that I was rich
So I could finally be somebody they missed
I turned all my TVs on, let the lights dance on my skin
I sent my last lasso there, but you know how I forgot
My lover is standing in the kitchen with her friends
She says, "Stop complaining, you know I hate when you're like this"
If I blew my brains out, momma, I would've gone too soon
I'm not famous, I'm not pretty, but you'd still care, it's true
And I (and I, and I, and I, and I) wish that I was rich
So I could finally be somebody they missed
I turned all my TVs on, let the lights dance on my skin
I sent my last lasso there, but you know how I forgot
My lover is standing in the kitchen with her friends
She says, "Stop complaining, you know I hate when you're like this"
Because I'm not famous, I'm not pretty
So no one cares, it's true
And I (and I, and I, and I, and I) wish that I was rich
So I could finally be somebody they missed
I turned all my TVs on, let the lights dance on my skin
I sent my last lasso there, but you know how I forgot
My lover is standing in the kitchen with her friends
She says, "Stop complaining, you know I hate when you're like this"
If I blew my brains out, momma, I would've gone too soon
I'm not famous, I'm not pretty, but you'd still care, it's true
And I (and I, and I, and I, and I) wish that I was rich
So I could finally be somebody they missed
I turned all my TVs on, let the lights dance on my skin
I sent my last lasso there, but you know how I forgot
My lover is standing in the kitchen with her friends
She says, "Stop complaining, you know I hate when you're like this"
Writer(s): Jack Dosik, Christopher Robinson, Austin Sellingers
