Leaving LA
I'll be leaving LA
Stick my head out of the window and drive away
Draggin' memories behind like honeymoon cans on the ground
And if God knows I'll be back, he also knows
I'll be glad to be gone
Glad to be gone
I'll be glad to be gone
Glad to be gone
Smoggy the lights of downtown
On nights where you sweat your bed
When you're out with all your flashy friends, a king without a crown
But nights alone, you're a loser in your head
Love the sunsets, the weekends, the big names on small screens
Fuck the traffic, and ex-girlfriends, the school I couldn't leave
Still, I got so much history either way
I got too much history
So I'm leaving LA
Stick my head out of the window and drive away
Draggin' memories behind like honeymoon cans on the ground
And if God knows I'll be back, he also knows
I'll be glad to be gone
Glad to be gone
I'll be glad to be gone
Glad to be gone
By the 110 at Expo
There's a mercado whose comida blows your mind
It's right next to the DMV
And down the street the homeless people sleep outside
How beauty always sleeps here: fear beside
Love the concerts, the beach days,
And getting high up in the hills
Fuck the fashions, and the migraines
But most of all, the memories, cuz
I got so much history either way
I got too much history here to stay
Stick my head out of the window and drive away
Draggin' memories behind like honeymoon cans on the ground
And if God knows I'll be back, he also knows
I'll be glad to be gone
Glad to be gone
I'll be glad to be gone
Glad to be gone
Smoggy the lights of downtown
On nights where you sweat your bed
When you're out with all your flashy friends, a king without a crown
But nights alone, you're a loser in your head
Love the sunsets, the weekends, the big names on small screens
Fuck the traffic, and ex-girlfriends, the school I couldn't leave
Still, I got so much history either way
I got too much history
So I'm leaving LA
Stick my head out of the window and drive away
Draggin' memories behind like honeymoon cans on the ground
And if God knows I'll be back, he also knows
I'll be glad to be gone
Glad to be gone
I'll be glad to be gone
Glad to be gone
By the 110 at Expo
There's a mercado whose comida blows your mind
It's right next to the DMV
And down the street the homeless people sleep outside
How beauty always sleeps here: fear beside
Love the concerts, the beach days,
And getting high up in the hills
Fuck the fashions, and the migraines
But most of all, the memories, cuz
I got so much history either way
I got too much history here to stay
Credits
Writer(s): Adela Pfaff, Conor Hayes, Alex Strahle
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