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 at West and Venice

Oh, California in the summer
Oh, and my hair is growing long
Fuck yeah, we can live like this

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 fry our brains and say it´s so much fun
Out here

When it´s all over
I´ll come back another year

I look for work today
I´m spillin´ out the door
Put my glasses on so no one sees me

I never thought that I´d be livin´ on your floor
But the rents are high and L.A.´s easy

Oh, it´s a picture of perfection
Oh, and the postcard´s gonna read
Fuck yeah, we can live like this
We should live like this

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 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
All the trouble we could get in
So let´s screw this one up right

But if you left it up to me (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