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 wanna 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 But I'm in space instead
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 There was someone who was broken
