I thought I’d be there by now
I’m 24 still in my parents’ house
I thought I could make it out
Of a city where nothing comes around
And I guess I’m still depressed
Doesn’t matter how good it gets
It doesn’t go away
I’ve got myself to blame
And how high is the climb?
And the stars do they align
with my cloudy brain
I’ve got myself to blame
What’s it like in
California
Is it pretty I
Always wonder
Or is it shitty
Like people say
It doesn’t matter cause
I wanna make it in LA
I thought I’d be good enough
I’ve got the words to fill the pages up
But where’s the line
Where’s the time
When you’re nearly 25
Am I getting where
Where I’m supposed to get
And yes I’m still depressed
But what do you expect
when the world has slowed
And there’s no room to grow
And how high is the climb
To sunset and vibe
It’s cold in the shade
I gotta get away
What’s it like in
California
Is it pretty I
Always wonder
Or is it shitty
Like people say
It doesn’t matter cause
I wanna make it in LA
I wanna make it in LA