California

I thought I’d be there by now I’m 24 still in my parents’ house I thought I could make it out Of a city where nothing comes around And I guess I’m still depressed Doesn’t matter how good it gets It doesn’t go away I’ve got myself to blame And how high is the climb? And the stars do they align with my cloudy brain I’ve got myself to blame What’s it like in California Is it pretty I Always wonder Or is it shitty Like people say It doesn’t matter cause I wanna make it in LA I thought I’d be good enough I’ve got the words to fill the pages up But where’s the line Where’s the time When you’re nearly 25 Am I getting where Where I’m supposed to get And yes I’m still depressed But what do you expect when the world has slowed And there’s no room to grow And how high is the climb To sunset and vibe It’s cold in the shade I gotta get away What’s it like in California Is it pretty I Always wonder Or is it shitty Like people say It doesn’t matter cause I wanna make it in LA I wanna make it in LA