California

I thought I’d be there by now

I’m 24 still in my parents house

I thought I could make it out

Of a city where nothing comes around

And I guess I’m still depressed

Doesn’t matter how good it gets

It doesn’t go away

I got myself to blame

And how high is the climb

And the stars do they align with my cloudy brain

I got myself to blame

What’s it like in

California

Is it pretty I

Always wonder

Or is it shitty

Like people say

It doesn’t matter cause

I wanna make it in LA

Oooo

Oooo

oooo

I thought I’d be good enough

I’ve got the words to fill the pages up

But where’s the line

Where’s the time

When you’re nearly 25

Am I getting where

Where I’m supposed to get

And yes I’m still depressed

But what do you expect

When the world has slowed

And there’s no room to grow

But how high is the climb

To sunset and vine

It’s cold in the shade

I gotta get away

What’s it like in

California

Is it pretty I

Always wonder

Or is it shitty

Like people say

It doesn’t matter cause

I wanna make it in LA

Oooo

Oooo

Oooo

Oooo

Oooo

Oooo

I wanna make it in LA

Oooo

Oooo

Oooo