California Gothic

Lowest of the Low

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Were you high
When you told her you were leaving?
She didn’t cry
She might had she been surprised
She clicked the locks behind ya

What do you do
When two wrongs make a baby?
Do you run
’Til you feel like you’re someone else?
You let the sun and the tequila warm ya
In California

In the backseat of a limo
From LAX to the Santa Monica Pier
Refracted lights adorn ya
In California

California screaming
Like the Manson family on your own front lawn
Six months gone
The devil’s in the details
Caution tape and hangers-on
All the scheming and scene-ing and scroungin’ and drownin’
In California

Fentanyl and a six-pack of amnesia
You submerge
Like a Soviet submarine
You whisper dasvidaniya
To California

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