F*ck California, you made me boring
I've bled all my blood out
But these red pants they don't show that
My old friends though they know that
But when I sold them I sold that
I'm sorry Gracie Grewie Golden...
I'm sorry Steven and Andrew that I ever left you
You never seen the ocean, you never been on a plane
Schizophrenic rules the brain
And it's coming to take you away
You're still my favorite past life martyred saint
Give me the places, I'll give you the names
Wasted away alone on the planes
What's it like to be small time and gay?
F*ck it baby, I know you'll never change

So hold me down
But I got in
Quick hit to the face
Soft blow to the mouth
On Christmas morning
You're bleeding from the fingertips
You rubbed me raw, you rubbed me wrong
And I hear you and I think of you
Oh California

Now you've corrupted us all with your sexuality
Tried to tell me love was free
Tried to tell me love was free
I said them? Maybe you you you you you and me

Oh love in the time of scandal
Love in the form of tragedy
Love so much, so real, so f*cked
It's 51-50

But I'm just 22,
I'm just 22,
I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
I don't mind

What does failure taste like?
To me it tastes like dirt
I'm begging you please to look away