[Verse]
California's gone by now
Venice beach, it ripped at the seams
Now it's all torn down
Deep blue long island sound
They painted my old house yellow
But I prefer brown

[Pre-Chorus]
So much for this town
I want to pack my things and go
You won't even notice
If I'm here anymore

[Chorus]
Will people ever make sense?
And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand?
So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend
That I'm in space instead

[Post-Chorus]
La-la-la, la-la
La-la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la-la, la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
[Chorus]
Will people ever make sense?
And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand?
So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend
That I'm in space instead

[Outro]
That was so…