California's gone by now

Venice beach it ripped at the seams

Now it's all torn down

Deep blue long island sound

They painted my old house yellow but I prefer brown

So much for this town

I want to pack my things and go

You won't even notice if I'm here anymore

Will people ever make sense

And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand

So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend

That I'm in space instead

Lalalalala

Lalalalalalalala

Lalalalalala

Lalala

Lalala

Will people ever make sense

And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand

So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend

That I'm in space instead