California (Extended)

These people all seem crazy
I'm just looking for some help
How you stop being lazy?
I'm asking for a friend
Alright I'm asking for myself
Got a full house
But everyone has flushes
I can paint Sistine
But I lost my brushes
I wanna go to bed
But I stare at the ceiling
I can't express
What it is that I'm feeling

California
Won't mean more to ya
Unless you're seeking the weather
California
Won't mean more to ya
It won't make you better

I just wanna go home to brag
But I guess that's unhealthy
But what the fuck do you know?
You're only here to help me
When things go good
I try to find things bad
Like who cut me off in traffic
What I hate about new fads
Sometimes I find it hard to be honest
At least with myself
There's gotta be something wrong
There's gotta be something wrong with every one else
Except you

California
Won't mean more to ya
Unless you're seeking the weather
California
Won't mean more to ya
Unless you make yourself better

I'm so sick and tired
Of looking at others
With all of the things that I lack
I swore to myself
I'm better than this
How much time can I waste saying I'll never go back?
The more weird you are
The more they seem to love ya
But who am I to say it were any other way?
I'm a hick from New York
Who's lost in LA
Sarcastically singing all the things that I hate

Things are alright
Things are alright (Or so I tell myself)
Things are alright
Things are alright (Until they are)
Things are alright
Things are alright (Because they are)

I do it to myself
But at least I can notice
And I swear I can handle the pressure
The warmth ain't half bad
With the people you love
Let's spend the whole winter together

Things are alright
(I used to tell myself this to make it through)
(Now I do to remind myself things truly are alright)
(Thank you for listening)