California

This, this music makes me cry It sounds just like my soul Oh, but I'm not ready to win Oh Lord, cause I don't wanna know what they say 'Cause I get carried away Commodifying all the pain The things they see in me, I cannot see myself When you get bored of me, I'll be back on the shelf And when the ocean rises up above the ground Maybe I'll drown in Cal-al-al-ah-al California You only like me when you think I'm looking sad Cal-al-al-ah-al California I didn't think you'd end up treating me so bad Oh (ah-ah-ah) Come Monday, it's a dream (ah-ah-ah) Broken my own heart again Chasing something beautiful Oh Lord, but I don't understand what they say 'Cause I get carried away Commodifying all the pain The things they see in me, I cannot see myself When you get bored of me, I'll be back on the shelf And when the ocean rises up above the ground Maybe I'll drown in Cal-al-al-ah-al California You only like me when you think I'm looking sad Cal-al-al-ah-al California I didn't think you'd end up treating me so bad Cal-al-al-ah-al California You only like me when you think I'm looking sad Cal-al-al-ah-al California I didn't think you'd end up treating me so bad Oh, I, ready, I Na, na, na, ne Oh, I, ready, I Na, na, na, ne