I just can't think of England
i knew that when i grow up i wanna be richey edwards
so you don't have the right to blame me
for sleepless nights
that brought shadows under your eyes
for tears you cried for me
that made your eyes red
for all the times i told you to fuck off while crying hysterically loudly desperately
for all the horror you felt finding new self-inflicted marks and mutilations on my body
when i grow up i wanna be richey edwards
i played it on repeat
i had my own holy bible which i worshiped and cited
i cried and drank and cut myself and didn't eat
i'm just a richey edwards wannabe
you don't have the right to blame me for what you signed for
when we met i was wearing a leopard coat
and had a book by Camus in my hand
my eyelids were coated with eyeliner
and my hair was messy and black
must've given you a sign
and when i was talking to you about him
with shiny bright wide opened eyes
you must've noticed that was the only time i looked like this
excited and alive
i'm just a richey edwards wannabe
and no matter what
you'll have to become my own version of nicky
and nearly cry every time you talk about me
in the future