When it's all over
Ah, and my hair is growing long
From the lesbians out west in Venice
I'll come back for another year
Right here"
But if you left it up to me
She thinks I'm much too thin, she asks me if I'm sick
She lets me drive her car, so I can score an eighth
You wore my favorite sweater
Everyday would be a holiday from real
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
Oh, the trouble we can get in
We can live like this
An' fuck, yeah, we can live like this
Being poor was never better
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
A safety buzz, some cheap red wine
Publisher: LEFT HERE PUBLISHING
What's a girl to do with friends like this?
But the rents are high and L.A.'s easy
Everyday would be a holiday from real
Everyday would be a holiday from real
Hey Madeline, you sure look fine
But if you left it up to me
Oh, it's a picture of perfection
I'll come back for another
We'd fry our brains and say, "It's so much fun
I'll come back for another year
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
Out here", but when it's all over
I'll look for work today, I'm spilling out the door
Out here", but when it's all over
Songwriter: Andrew Mcmahon
Ah, and the postcards gonna read
Put my glasses on so no one sees me
But if you left it up to me
We'd fry our brains and write, "It's so much fun
I never thought that I'd be living on your floor
Fuck, yeah, we can live like this
We'd lie and tell our friends, "It's so much fun
Oh, California in the summer
So let's screw this one up right