A Postcard from the City of Angels

Two, three, four
 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
 (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 it's time for something better than this
 I think it's 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 twenty below
 Somewhere life is slow
 And they say that that Nashville isn't bad
 But everything's deep fried in the back, soaked in tabasco
 Either way, 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 it's time for something better than this
 I think it's 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 it's time for something better than this
 I think its time I got the hell out of Los Angeles