Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weekend
The Weekend
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Weekend
The Weekend
Songwriter
Andrea Wasse
Andrea Wasse
Composer

Lyrics

I met him on my birthday – he was A present to me from the stars They all said "Happy Birthday, girl" Then they tore my world apart. They put me on the east side And they left him in L.A The distance grew between us And we broke up yesterday But if I cry myself a river then I can swim To my sweet California Give me a C - A – L –I... I never knew I could feel like that F - O - R – N... anyone could tell you I got it bad I – A... I ain't going down this way I'm gonna cry myself a river so I can Swim back to my sweet California They're telling me I cry too much That I could fill every bath and sink In this city I got stuck in With its tragic symphonies They warned me not to get attached But they got to me way too late 'Cause I'm thinking of him constantly- Every moment I'm awake But if I cry myself a river Then I could swim back to my sweet California Give me a C - A – L –I... I never knew I could feel like that F - O - R – N... anyone could tell you I got it bad I – A... I ain't going down this way I'm gonna cry myself a river so I can Swim back to my sweet California ...cold water bring me back to my Senses... cold water let me drown in Him... cold water bring me back to my Senses... cold water Bring me back to him Oh give me a C - A - L - I... I never knew I could feel like that F - O - R - N... anyone could tell you I got it bad I – A... I ain't going down this way I'm gonna cry myself a river so I can Swim back to my sweet California
Writer(s): Andrea Wasse, Lincoln Cushman, Ryan Ford, Randie Van Gorp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out