California

This, this music makes me cry

It sounds just like my soul

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

California

You only like me when you think I'm looking sad

California

I didn't think you'd end up treating me so bad

Oh (Ah, ah, ah-ah)

Come Monday, it's a dream (Ah, 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

California

You only like me when you think I'm looking sad

California

I didn't think you'd end up treating me so bad

California

You only like me when you think I'm looking sad

California

I didn't think you'd end up treating me so bad

Oh, I, ready, I, nah, nah, nah, nah

Oh, I, ready, I, nah, nah, nah, nah