I'd like to get on a plane At the end of summer Won't have to deal with any pain If I'm saying goodbye first
You get to watch as I leave Now you have the power Whoever you were thinking as me You can keep as a reminder
I'm not a trust fund baby Can't afford to move to New York City Betting it'll fix the scarcity in my life I'm sure if you came home this week Instead of getting ready to move away I'd turn into the person you only see When you come to LA
I never got on a train to go to Connecticut I always lie to my friends when I say that I'll visit them at college
My occupation's a reason to hide my true feelings That I'm trapped in my body And everyone who loves me is a part of the problem
Bet you think I'm a leech because I live with my parents I'm using my transitions my excuse Taking the T shot, Getting my tits chopped Don't know how I should start to explain I'll look like a different person When you come to LA
I'm still looking for you in every car I pass on sunset There's nothing to do Locked in the Thursday afternoon traffic I can't stop listening to I don't wanna get over you It wasn't meant to be More than a fall-asleep fantasy
I'm sure if I made time to grieve I could still picture your face But I'm certain I'm the last person you'll wanna see When you come to LATeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
