She thinks I'm much too thin
She asks me if I'm sick
What's a girl to do with friends like thisShe let's me drive her car
So I can score an eighth
From the lesbians
Out west in VeniceOh-oh-oh
California in the summer
Ah-ah-ah
And my hair is growing long
Fuck yeah we can live like thisBut if you left it up to me
Everyday would be a holiday...
From real
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
We'd fry our brains and say its so much fun...
Out hereBut when its all over
I'll come back for another yearI look for work today
I'm spilling out the door
Put my glasses on,
So no one sees me
I'd never thought that
I'd be living on your floor
But the rents are high
And L.A. easyOh-oh-oh
It's a picture of perfection
Ah-ah-ah
And the postcard gunna read...
Fuck yeah we can live like this
We can live like thisBut if you left it up to me
Everyday would be a holiday...
From real
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
We'd fry our brains and write its so much fun...
Out hereHey Madeline
(Hey Madeline)
You sure look fine
(You sure look fine)
You wore my favorite sweater
Being bored was never betterA safety buzz
Some cheap red wine
Oh the trouble we can get in
So let's screw this one up rightBut if you left it up to me
Everyday would be a holiday...
From real
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
We'd lie, and tell our friends its so much fun...
Out hereBut when its all over
I'll come back for another...
But when its all over
I'll come back for another year
Songwriters
ANDREW MCMAHONPublished by
Lyrics © SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING