snow in LA

Lay my mattress on the floor, don't need a frame, I'm not a door

Close the windows in my room so I can scream inside the booth

Hope they hear me when I'm dead, my songs are paintings made of lead

But don't they sound so fuckin' nice to stay with you throughout the night?

Waking up, I'm feeling cold, winter wind blew in the snow

But there's no snow in L.A., I miss my home back in P-A

Hope they hear me when I’m dead, my songs are paintings made of lead

But don't they sound so freakin' sweet to stay with you until you sleep?

I'm not movin' quick enough, but faster than I ever been

Oh, I'm not movin' quick enough, but faster than I ever been

Oh, I'm not movin' quick enough, but still faster than I ever been

Oh, I'm not movin' quick enough, but still faster than I ever been

Got the keys to my new place, all redone before I came

Damn, it looks so fuckin' great, it's all mine, let's celebrate

But there's no one I would call, and if I did, who would come?

So I bought myself champagne and I drank it in the tub

Hope they hear me when I'm gone, my songs'll carry on

'Cause they sound fuckin' nice to stay with you throughout the night

And I'll make them all alone from the comfort of my home

I'm just turning on the lights to see how long that they stay bright

I'm not movin' quick enough, but faster than I ever been

Oh, I'm not movin' quick enough, but faster than I ever been

Oh, I'm not movin' quick enough, but still faster than I ever been

Oh, I'm not movin' quick enough, but still faster than I ever been

My song, my song, my song, my song

My song, my song, my song, my song

My song, my song, my song, my song

My song

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, oh