Fly me out

I won't sleep the night before

And I'm guessing

Not much has changed

Or everything

All at once

You're out getting baked in

Central LA

I'm up freezing

Dying a slow decay

By the way

I haven't an ounce of motivation

Left now to create

Take me down

The freeway

We're invisible now

Don't delay

10 more sets straight

I wouldn't let this out of my arms

Couldn't put it on the page unless

I move out there to LA

We'll never know what is real

Until we make it west of the Great Lakes

I'll move out there to LA

We'll never know what is real

Until we make it west of the Great Planes

We won't know what it feels like

To relate

On a whole other wavelength