I left my city for San Francisco Took a free ride off a billionaire's jet L.A, I'm from nowhere, who am I to love you? L.A, I've got nothing, who am I to love you when I'm feeling this way and I've got nothing to offer? L.A, not quite the city that never sleeps Not quite the city that wakes, but the city that dreams, for sure If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream? L.A, I'm upset, I have complaints, listen to me They say I came from money and I didn't, and I didn't even have love, and it's unfair L.A, I sold my life rights for a big check and I'm upset And now I can't sleep at night and I don't know why Plus, I love Zac, so why did I do that when I know it won't last?
L.A, I picked San Francisco because the man who doesn't love me lives there L.A, I'm pathetic, but so are you, can I come home now? Daughter to no one, table for one Party of thousands of people I don't know at Delilah where my ex-husband works I'm sick of this, but can I come home now? Mother to no one, private jet for one Back home to the Tudor house that borned a thousand murder plots Hancock Park, it's treated me very badly and resentful The witch on the corner, the neighbor nobody wanted The reason for Garcetti's extra security
L.A, I know I'm bad, but I have nowhere else to go, can I come home now? I never had a mother, will you let me make the sun my own for now, and the ocean my son? I'm quite good at tending to things despite my upbringing, can I raise your mountains? I promise to keep them greener, make them my daughters, teach them about fire, warn them about water I'm lonely, L.A, can I come home now?
I left my city for San Francisco And I'm writing from the Golden Gate Bridge But it's not going as I planned I took a free ride off a billionaire and brought my typewriter and promised myself that I would stay but It's just not going the way that I thought It's not that I feel different, and I don't mind that it's not hot It's just that I belong to no one, which means there's only one place for me The city not quite awake, the city not quite asleep The city that's still deciding how good it can be
And also I can't sleep without you No one's ever really held me like you Not quite tightly, but certainly I feel your body next to me Smoking next to me Vaping lightly next to me And I love that you love the neon lights like me Orange in the distance We both love that And I love that we have that in common Also, neither one of us can go back to New York For you are unmoving As for me, it won't be my city again until I'm dead Fuck the New York Post
L.A, who am I to need you when I've needed so much, asked for so much? But what I've been given, I'm not sure yet I may never know that either until I'm dead For now though, what I do know Is although I don't deserve you Not you at your best and your splendor With towering eucalyptus trees that sway in my dominion Not you at your worst Totally on fire, unlivable, unbreathable, I need you
You see, I have no mother And you do A continental shelf A larger piece of land from where you came And I? I'm an orphan A little seashell that rests upon your native shores One of many, for sure But because of that, I surely must love you closely to the most of anyone
For that reason, let me love you Don't mind my desperation Let me hold you, not just for vacation But for real and for forever Make it real life Let me be a real wife to you Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend I adore you Don't be put off by my quick-wordedness I'm generally quite quiet Quite a meditator, actually I'll do very well down by Paramhansa Yogananda's realization center, I'm sure I promise you'll barely even notice me Unless you want to notice me Unless you prefer a rambunctious child In which case, I can turn it on, too I'm quite good on the stage as you may know You might have heard of me
So either way, I'll fit in just fine So just love me by doing nothing And perhaps, by not shaking the county line I'm yours if you'll have me But regardless, you're mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
