Do you think it's kind of toxic
That we both act obnoxiously
You talk when you're sleeping
You're probably dreaming while I watch TV
Now no one I want to talk to
Wants to talk to me
I've been all around
But I still haven't found where I want to be
Then you pull back the curtain
And suddenly I'm shy
And if you're still looking for someone
Well, then I could be that guy
For all this to end in tragedy
That simply will not fly
Cause if I go with you still mad at me
I'll curl up and die
Los Angeles City
House on a hill, caught in a landslide
Where everything's shitty
But they don't take pity on this side of town
The people are pretty
But they're way too skinny and I'm made out of concrete
I wanted to stop and talk
But I lost the words on the way
Then you pull back the curtain
And suddenly I'm shy
And if you're still looking for someone
Well, then I could be that guy
For all this to end in tragedy
That simply will not fly
Cause if I go with you still mad at me
I'll curl up and die
