california bummer

you don't get me high like you use to

sweet amphetamine, midas running

through my veins

self-loving artist, you paint me pink but

you speak in shades of blue

California held you down, sorry that I

make you feel the same

ur lips taste like gin

the way you feel against my skin

you roll like thunder, and I'm the lightin

bolt that strikes too fast

it's such a bummer, cause i really

thought that we would last

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