Holiday from Real (Strings Attached Version)

She thinks I'm much too thin

She asks me if I'm sick

What's a girl to do with friends like this?

She lets me drive her car so I can score an eighth

From the lesbians out west in Venice

Oh, California in the summer

Ah, and my hair is growing long

And fuck yeah, we can live like this

If you left it up to me

Every day would be a holiday from real

We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun

We'd fry our brains

And say it's so much fun out here

But when it's all over

I'll come back for another year

I look for work today

I'm spilling out the door

Put my glasses on so no one sees me

I never thought that I'd be living on your floor

But the rents are high, and LA's easy

Oh, it's a picture of perfection

Ah, and the postcard's gonna read

Fuck yeah, we can live like this

We can live like this

If you left it up to me

Every day would be a holiday from real

We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun

We'd fry our brains

And write, it's so much fun out here

Hey, Madeline

You sure look fine

You wore my favorite sweater

Being poor was never better

A safety buzz

Some cheap red wine

Oh, the trouble we can get in

So let's screw this one up right

But if you left it up to me

Every day would be a holiday from real

We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun

We'd lie and tell our friends

It's so much fun out here

When it's all over

I'll come back for another

When it's all over

I'll come back for another year