she is never mad again
because they are never mad in California
                   only sad.

and sunburned.
                            they live their lives in jovial ignorance of SPF.
everyone there is special but no one can see it.
some write poetry on typewriters, others pretend their band is any good.
and some jump from rooftops into pools while drunk on love
they don't cry when they see the sun set
in a particularly punishing beauty.

the sun just sets like that
nothing new, babe.