This is the new way of living.
Trapped inside my overrated hometown.
We live in a house where we make our own mustard
and skateboard down abandoned avenues.
up the road you're waiting in
an old hot rodded BMW.
I grab your hand
when we slam into cement walls.
you lie on your side trying to breathe
my hand to your cold face
"Are you there?"
I kneel at your side and look into your eyes.
This is not the night for living.
and God, please kill me under this California sky.
