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 "$#&@ off" to fateful ends

We're landing on over complication or oblivion
There's more forgiveness lower down our necks
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
This aint' California it's simply me

Romanticizing the past while the future is in full collapse

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