Baby
Nowhere Lyrics


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I'm telling you, boy
You're a pain in my ass
You're a no-account skid
Going nowhere fast
Not here for a long time
Cuz the good times never last
It gives me carte blanche to
Show my white ass
(And she said) Aren't you afraid of being alone
(And I said) I got my band and I got the Ramones
(And she sighed) Rolled her eyes
I could tell by her tone
That I was going home alone
I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wanna play pop punk, baby
Bloody my fist up
Cuz I hate my own reflection
Stare at the dive bar mirror
Confirm regression
(And she said) You need to take better care of yourself
(And I said) Since when do care for anyone else
(And she cried) Called a ride, after four years strong
She was going, going, gone
I wanna play pop punk, baby
(Pop punk, baby)
I wanna play pop punk, baby
It's not a shame
Some say things won't change
We're all to blame
And we'll (makedamnsure)
It's Death By Television, Recipe For Hate
Waiting on a third anthem and a second date
Just a bunch f-ups with no use for a name
And it all kinda sounds the same
I wanna play pop punk, baby
(Pop punk, baby)
I wanna play pop punk, baby
(Pop punk, baby)
I wanna play pop punk, baby
(No math rock, no shoegaze)
I wanna play pop punk, baby
(No folk punk, no new wave)
I wanna play pop punk, baby
(No math rock, no shoegaze)
I wanna play pop punk, baby
(No folk punk, no new wave)
I wanna play pop punk, baby
(No math rock, no shoegaze)




I wanna play pop punk, baby
(No folk punk, no new wave)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Baby" by Nowhere convey a sense of disillusionment and defiance, laced with a longing for a simpler, more carefree existence. The singer seems to be caught in a cycle of self-destructive behavior, feeling trapped and directionless in their current path. The repeated mentions of pop punk as a desired genre of music to play suggest a desire to return to a rebellious and energetic style of expression, perhaps as a means of escape or catharsis.


The opening lines set the tone for the song with the singer expressing frustration and dissatisfaction with their current circumstances, labeling themselves as a "pain in my ass" and feeling like they are "going nowhere fast." Despite fleeting moments of joy and camaraderie with their band and the music they create, there is an underlying sense of impermanence and loneliness that haunts the singer, as depicted in the interaction with the unnamed woman who ultimately leaves them alone.


The references to self-hatred and neglect in the lyrics highlight a deeper emotional turmoil within the singer, as they struggle to come to terms with their own flaws and insecurities. The rejection of caring for oneself or others and the reliance on music as a crutch suggest a sense of isolation and a lack of self-worth that permeates their relationships and their sense of identity.


The repeated chorus of "I wanna play pop punk, baby" reflects a yearning for a simpler and more authentic form of expression, free from the constraints and expectations of societal norms or genre boundaries. The rejection of other music styles and the insistence on pop punk as the preferred genre emphasize a desire for rawness and energy in their artistic pursuits, perhaps as a rebellion against the conformity and superficiality they perceive in the world around them. Overall, "Baby" by Nowhere paints a picture of inner turmoil, defiance, and a search for authenticity amidst a backdrop of cynicism and disillusionment.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm telling you, boy
Informing you, male individual


You're a pain in my ass
You are a source of frustration to me


You're a no-account skid
You are insignificant and lacking worth


Going nowhere fast
Making no progress quickly


Not here for a long time
Not staying for an extended period


Cuz the good times never last
Because enjoyable moments do not endure


It gives me carte blanche to
It grants me unrestricted freedom to


Show my white ass
Display my foolish behavior


(And she said) Aren't you afraid of being alone
(And she asked) Are you not fearful of solitude


(And I said) I got my band and I got the Ramones
(And I replied) I have my musical group and the Ramones to keep me company


(And she sighed) Rolled her eyes
(And she exhaled loudly) Moved her eyes in disbelief


I could tell by her tone
I could discern from her manner of speaking


That I was going home alone
That I would be returning to my residence unaccompanied


I wanna play pop punk, baby
I desire to perform pop punk music, dear


Bloody my fist up
Injure my hand


Cuz I hate my own reflection
Because I have a strong dislike for my own image


Stare at the dive bar mirror
Gaze at the mirror in the seedy bar


Confirm regression
Validate a return to a previous state


(And she said) You need to take better care of yourself
(And she mentioned) You must prioritize self-care


(And I said) Since when do care for anyone else
(And I responded) When have I shown concern for others


(And she cried) Called a ride, after four years strong
(And she wept) Requested transportation after a lengthy relationship


She was going, going, gone
She was departing, departing, departed


It's not a shame
It is not a disgrace


Some say things won't change
Some individuals assert that circumstances will remain the same


We're all to blame
We are all responsible


And we'll (makedamnsure)
And we will ensure it occurs


It's Death By Television, Recipe For Hate
It is the demise caused by television, a formula for animosity


Waiting on a third anthem and a second date
Anticipating another song and another romantic encounter


Just a bunch f-ups with no use for a name
Simply a collection of failures without a title


And it all kinda sounds the same
And it all somewhat resembles each other


I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wish to perform pop punk music, dear


It's Death By Television, Recipe For Hate
It is the demise caused by television, a formula for animosity


Waiting on a third anthem and a second date
Anticipating another song and another romantic encounter


Just a bunch f-ups with no use for a name
Simply a collection of failures without a title


And it all kinda sounds the same
And it all somewhat resembles each other


I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wish to perform pop punk music, dear


I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wish to perform pop punk music, dear


I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wish to perform pop punk music, dear


I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wish to perform pop punk music, dear


I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wish to perform pop punk music, dear


I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wish to perform pop punk music, dear


I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wish to perform pop punk music, dear




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Written by: Chris Powell

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