Beachwood

Foolish, drunk, and dangerous

Would be a privilege to cry

Waking up split seconds of peace

Then I remember why

Holed up, coked out in the Hollywood Hills

Eyes rolling into the back of my head

At these Silverlake shills

Left the west coast cocktail

Of all my useless friends

Spending all my nights out blasting

Oh where the bullshit begins

Suns coming up I stare

Oh damn sleepless nights

Leaving scars on every memory

Transferring time

All my habits got the best of me

Leaving scars on every memory