Los Angeles

What if I told you that I saw the Pacific Ocean

When you and I were just a fog

Of the summer's dying breath?

You and I are not involved

And I meant it when I said

All my problems had a cause

I'm so happy that I left

Flying by myself to Los Angeles

I've got nothing left of your love to miss

Keep it to yourself when you crave my lips

Look for someone else with a shit to give

Were we always so intense

As the scenes stuck in my head?

With your hand clenched in a fist

And your face bright burning red?

As we finally neared the end

Were your numbers brought to ten

When I tried to play pretend

It made you angrier instead

I'm out to the west in Los Angeles

I've got nothing left of your love to miss

Keep it to yourself when you crave my lips

Look for someone else with a shit to give

You and I are not involved

All my problems had a cause

And the mystery was solved

Now I know I'm better off

You and I are not involved

All my problems had a cause

And the mystery was solved

Now I know I'm better off

You and I are not involved

All my problems had a cause

And the mystery was solved

I'm so glad I never called

Going by myself to Los Angeles

I've got nothing left of your love to miss

Keep it to yourself when you crave my lips

Look for someone else with a shit to give