Blood Balloon

This is California, found a room to rent
 A pool party, drug induced, with friends that heaven sent
 You can see our baggage on the diving board
 Mine looks like the dad and son splashing back and forth
 Hope is where it started so a "fuck off" to fateful ends
 We're landing on over complication or oblivion
 There's more forgiveness lower down our necks, yeah
 You can strum your hardest and get away with hoping for the best
 Hold me down for an hour or two
 I'll paint your face on a blood balloon
 And you won't know if you believe
 In something more than the belief
 A future investment in the future's con
 I guess everyone is part perfect storm and part broken song
 So to those who can't afford bronchitis ya' settle for a cough
 Afraid of where you're going so you purposely stay lost
 Hold me down for an hour or two
 I'll paint your face on a blood balloon
 And you won't know if you believe
 In something more than the belief
 There's no belief in simply being
 There's no belief in simply being
 This ain't California (This ain't California)
 This ain't California (This ain't California)
 It's simply me!
 Romanticize the past while the future is in full collapse
 You can
 Hold me down for an hour or two
 I'll paint your face on a blood balloon
 And you won't know if you believe
 In something more than the belief