A Postcard from the City of Angels - The Night Game

I’m trying to quit

I’m trying to leave it all behind

It’ll be better for my skin out of the sunshine

I don’t give a shit

About the flashes in the pan

I already put in one long shift living the good life

Well I’m giving up

On valet, on pressed juice and health food

I’m giving up

On Soho house, rooftops and hair glue

I’m giving up

On fast friends in big stupid hats

And I’m giving up

On the head shops and laundry mats lining

The endless strip of mini-malls

That drop off in the sea

And it’s Halloween on Christmas day

In the land of make-believe

And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup

I’m stuck here in my car

And the miles and miles of streetlight rows

Are drowning out the stars

And I’ve been looking for a reason to get gone

And go put on my winter jacket and move on

I think its time for something better than this

I think its time I got the hell out of Los Angeles

I thought about home

All the way back on the east coast

But you know my fingers tend to crack at 20 below

Somewhere life is slow

And they say that Nashville isn’t bad

But everything’s deep-fried in the back soaked in tabasco

Either you know I’m giving up

On actors and girls who smoke cigarettes

Giving up

On pool parties, fame on the internet

Giving up

Where every dream turns into ashes

Giving up

On the sea of fake lips and eyelashes

The endless strip of mini-malls

That drop off in the sea

And it’s Halloween on Christmas day

In the land of make-believe

And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup

I’m stuck here in my car

And the miles and miles of streetlight rows

Are drowning out the stars

And I’ve been looking for a reason to get gone

And go put on my winter jacket and move on

I think its time for something better than this

I think its time I got the hell out of Los Angeles

The Seattle skyline

Alabama moonshine

I don’t need a new start just a little change of view

I smell northern pine trees

Carolina sea breeze

Just get me somewhere that’s far away from you

I’m trying to quit

I’m trying to leave it all behind

It’ll be better for my skin out of the sun

Away from the endless strip of mini-malls

That drop off in the sea

And it’s Halloween on Christmas day

In the land of make-believe

And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup

I’m stuck here in my car

And the miles and miles of streetlight rows

Are drowning out the stars

And I’ve been looking for a reason to get gone

And go put on my winter jacket and move on

I think its time for something better than this

I think its time I got the hell out of los angeles