The Night Game - A Postcard from the City of Angels

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I’m trying to quit
I’m trying to leave it all behind
It’ll be better for my skin out of the sunshine
I don’t give a shit
About the flashes in the pan
I already put in one long shift living the good life
Well I’m giving up
On valet, on pressed juice and health food
I’m giving up
On Soho house, rooftops and hair glue
I’m giving up
On fast friends in big stupid hats
And I’m giving up
On the head shops and laundry mats lining
The endless strip of mini-malls
That drop off in the sea
And it’s Halloween on Christmas day
In the land of make-believe
And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup
I’m stuck here in my car
And the miles and miles of streetlight rows
Are drowning out the stars
And I’ve been looking for a reason to get gone
And go put on my winter jacket and move on
I think its time for something better than this
I think its time I got the hell out of Los Angeles
I thought about home
All the way back on the east coast
But you know my fingers tend to crack at 20 below
Somewhere life is slow
And they say that Nashville isn’t bad
But everything’s deep-fried in the back soaked in tabasco
Either you know I’m giving up
On actors and girls who smoke cigarettes
Giving up
On pool parties, fame on the internet
Giving up
Where every dream turns into ashes
Giving up
On the sea of fake lips and eyelashes
The endless strip of mini-malls
That drop off in the sea
And it’s Halloween on Christmas day
In the land of make-believe
And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup
I’m stuck here in my car
And the miles and miles of streetlight rows
Are drowning out the stars
And I’ve been looking for a reason to get gone
And go put on my winter jacket and move on
I think its time for something better than this
I think its time I got the hell out of Los Angeles
The Seattle skyline
Alabama moonshine
I don’t need a new start just a little change of view
I smell northern pine trees
Carolina sea breeze
Just get me somewhere that’s far away from you
I’m trying to quit
I’m trying to leave it all behind
It’ll be better for my skin out of the sun
Away from the endless strip of mini-malls
That drop off in the sea
And it’s Halloween on Christmas day
In the land of make-believe
And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup
I’m stuck here in my car
And the miles and miles of streetlight rows
Are drowning out the stars
And I’ve been looking for a reason to get gone
And go put on my winter jacket and move on
I think its time for something better than this
I think its time I got the hell out of los angeles