Los Angeles

His heart is as big as Los Angeles, with millions of people inside And he never gets tired of holding Pomona to the 405 I never feel neglected, in fact, I'm priotitized Cuz he is as deep as the ocean, and I am his Hollywood sign Yeah I am his Hollywood sign But sometimes, I get tired And sometimes I wonder Are we Los Angeles? Pretty and picturesque? On the inside a tangled mess... Do you hate me sometimes? I promise too much In this city of dreams, am I enough? Or are we just lost On this neverending freeway, my heart is all locked up If you could just come and get me, I wouldn't feel so stuck But sometimes, I wonder Is it real or... Are we Los Angeles? Pretty and picturesque? On the inside a tangled mess... Do you hate me sometimes? I promise too much In this city of dreams, am I enough? Or are we just lost Cuz I'm getting tired of you holding back Waiting on something that I know will last But every time I try to push you away, you let me stay Yeah, you let me stay Los Angeles, pretty and picturesque On the inside a tangled mess Cuz I hate you sometimes You promise too much In the city of dreams I'm never enough Cuz I am just lost, yeah I am just lost, I am just lost... Los Angeles... pretty and picturesque...