Lyrics to Los Angeles
I've been filling all my voids with boys
Let them have me for a night or two, then destroy
I can't be blamed if I would rather hold a man than hold myself
'Cause when I do, I pinch my skin and cry out loud, I'm certain this is hell
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
I was living in my car, parked outside the hotel bar, my hands are shaking
I would smoke a pack a day, I wish the cancer'd have it's way so I quit waking
I crossed the line with my best friend, just to numb myself again, let's ruin everything
Buy a bottle every night, lay in bed and grip it tight like it was loving me
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
And I can't go home
Fell out of love with the greatest man I'll ever know
I can't believe it, all those years, it seems as though I'll never be whole
I'd love to see him with a woman who brings him peace
Not a woman like me, not a woman like me, who's rotting underneath
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
And I can't go home
Let them have me for a night or two, then destroy
I can't be blamed if I would rather hold a man than hold myself
'Cause when I do, I pinch my skin and cry out loud, I'm certain this is hell
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
I was living in my car, parked outside the hotel bar, my hands are shaking
I would smoke a pack a day, I wish the cancer'd have it's way so I quit waking
I crossed the line with my best friend, just to numb myself again, let's ruin everything
Buy a bottle every night, lay in bed and grip it tight like it was loving me
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
And I can't go home
Fell out of love with the greatest man I'll ever know
I can't believe it, all those years, it seems as though I'll never be whole
I'd love to see him with a woman who brings him peace
Not a woman like me, not a woman like me, who's rotting underneath
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
You're wasting me, you're wasting me, Los Angeles
And I can't go home