Oh, Los Angeles.
Wake up in the afternoon.
We should get going soon.
Walk up a mountain and look around.
And I'm worried cause it's getting dark.
I think we should head to the car.
I can hear the coyotes starting to howl.
Staying up 'til the middle of the night.
Watching "Invisible Light" for the fifteenth time.
Answering questions that no one was asking.
And I was worried about black widows hanging out
on the couch outside where we used to gather round.
Turns out I was the one overreacting.
And I had many good days
without any cause.
And I had many bad days
if I didn't care at all.
And if you're sad in Los Angeles,
that's your own damn fault.
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