California

A new game scrapping my life It was you out back with a butter knife Who took my parts, buried 'em with the dog Not great, but what did I think That a bouncy castle Catholic could give to me But a little wine and God? So I'm working on a wreckage With nothing there to salvage Oh, I'm just taking photos For my book about the damage and Some have called me cheap But it's not that fucking deep Like, what's left for me but poetry And getting really old? I'm heading to California Don't say I didn't warn you I'm milking what I can from this grief I'm heading to California Don't say I didn't warn you I'm writing for the peace you wouldn't leave A cold call to get me out Of your big boys' starving artist's house But you drove me there and opened up the doors Now I trade in English, dear My nanny's nanny's nanny's fears Are living here along with all of yours, oh, yeah Whinging like a woman is Hedging on what's coming 'Cause everybody likes me When my pain is in a sonnet And you can call me cheap But you did this shit to me Made me brilliant, you fucked me up And I'm reaping what you've sown I'm heading to California Don't say I didn't warn you I'm milking what I can from this grief I'm heading to California Don't say I didn't warn you I'm writing for the peace you wouldn't leave I'm heading to California Don't say I didn't warn you I'm finishing the hat like we agreed I'm heading to California I wonder, is it torture Harvesting all this misery? California, oh-woah California, oh-woah California, oh-woah (I'm writing up a book about us) California, oh-woah (They're gonna make a movie of it) California, oh-woah (They're gonna cast Jake Gyllenhaal) California, oh-woah (And I'm Kristen Schaal) California, oh-woah (They're gonna do it with a Coen brother) California, oh-woah (Set it in Wicklow with your mother) California, oh-woah (Oh no, it won a Razzie) California, oh-woah (It's all for nothing, should've just tried being happy)