This is California, found a room to rent A pool party, drug induced, with friends that heaven sent You can see our baggage on the diving board Mine looks like the dad and son splashing back and forth
Hope is where it started so a "fuck off" to fateful ends We're landing on over complication or oblivion There's more forgiveness lower down our necks, yeah You can strum your hardest and get away with hoping for the best
Hold me down for an hour or two I'll paint your face on a blood balloon And you won't know if you believe In something more than the belief
A future investment in the future's con I guess everyone is part perfect storm and part broken song So to those who can't afford bronchitis ya' settle for a cough Afraid of where you're going so you purposely stay lost
Hold me down for an hour or two I'll paint your face on a blood balloon And you won't know if you believe In something more than the belief
There's no belief in simply being There's no belief in simply being This ain't California (This ain't California) This ain't California (This ain't California) It's simply me! Romanticize the past while the future is in full collapse
You can Hold me down for an hour or two I'll paint your face on a blood balloon And you won't know if you believe In something more than the beliefTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
