Woke up my brunette sunset Los Angeles on a shiny bed of nails. All that doom and gloom feels like a strong wind. Somewhere off the coast, dreaming on clouds of nothing. Oh, yeah I don’t love me, no, I don’t love me today. Policemen dancing. Round, dark sunglasses shot me through the threads. Lost without new blood. Skull with empty eyes, watching my hours slip by. Don’t let the streets bleed out your veins. There, no one really loves you. So screw your friends if they save face. We’ll fake it to make it. I can’t be part of you. I can’t be part of you if you won’t be part of me, too. Heard a sound. Some blue holy ghost sneaks around back hallways. Lost and lonely soul. Girl with pretty eyes leaves me black flowers on my bed. But you’ve got your bashful blue scarf around your neck, floating down the steps and you’re broken now. Everybody’s watching you now. Nineteen. Sharp hair. Oh damn, you made a mess of it now, so leave off on some other wave, just to let us feel safe. Don’t let the streets bleed out your veins. There, no one really loves you. So screw your friends if they save face. We’ll fake it to make it. I can’t be part of you. I can’t be part of you, if you won’t be part of me too. Nothing is going right, nothing is going right tonight. Nothing is going right, everything is wrong. I can’t stop you from this feeling. Nothing is going right, nothing is going right tonight. Nothing is going right, everything is wrong and I can’t stop you from believing. I can’t get past this feeling. Is death the only option? To be young is to be lonely