Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Richard Franco
Songwriter
Lyrics
Well you're sleeping on the streets so you don't have to be home
And your rose colored glasses cut right through to bone
You're fishing for a friend along the battle lines
It's a war on drugs and the drugs are pulling through just fine
Well your mom's tryna get a hold of you on the phone
Cause everybody knows that you've been drinking alone
Well it's only dangerous three days in a row
When suicide is in All Caps written below
Aw, California
Well I don't miss California
Aw, California
No I don't miss California
Your dad had a '67 Corvair in the streets
Was a source of pride but the rich kids thought it was cheap
And rust bucket dreams and a 40oz made you feel fine
But you always wore a loser's medal at the finish line
Aw, California
No I don't miss California
Aw, California
No I don't miss California
Your shame can make it hard to breathe
When your friends begin to look at you carefully
You've been fighting so hard to breathe
Cause you can't stand who this man has come to be
Well you're sleeping on the streets so you don't have to be home
But you're so uncomfortable with being alone
Now they'll find you sittin' on the dock of the bay
You're wishing your dreams and skipping your desires away
Aw, California
Aw, California
Aw, California
No I don't miss California
Aw, California
Aw, California
Written by: Stephen Richard Franco
