The inseparable image between who you might be and who you showed me
and the inseparable image of things said and things done and the questions,
self posed, so selfish, so vain and involved ask yourself
"why me?" in case you didn't know you did it to yourself
and I wonder where you are, and Los Angeles is sunny?
Shoot, man, I hoped it'd be gloomy since you left me didn't leave me
when people leave they say "good-bye"
self posed, so selfish, so vain and involved ask yourself
"what did I do wrong?" I was only there where you left me hanging on your every word
unable to enjoy the scenery of those around me as they offer their surprised looks when I tell them
Life isn't what it's meant to be when people leave and Los Angeles is sunny?
Don't want to hear your name but I keep saying it, and I've been literally laughing in my sleep picturing places where we'd eat tacos and talk, no touching, just feeling and being
Drinking cheap beer with full flavour and catching you catching me and saying that I'm pretty
self posed, so selfish, so vain and involved ask yourself