This, this music makes me cry
It sounds just like my soul
Oh, Im not ready to win
Oh Lord, cause I dont wanna know what they say
Cause I get carried away
Commodifying all the pain
The things they see in me, I cannot see myself
When you get bored of me, Ill be back on the shelf
And when the ocean rises up above the ground
Maybe Ill drown in...
California
You only like me when you think Im looking sad
California
I didnt think youd end up treating me so bad
Oh 
Come Monday, its a dream 
Broken my own heart again
Chasing something beautiful
Oh Lord, but I dont understand what they say
Cause I get carried away
Commodifying all the pain
The things they see in me, I cannot see myself
When you get bored of me, Ill be back on the shelf
And when the ocean rises up above the ground
Maybe Ill drown in...
California
You only like me when you think Im looking sad
California
I didnt think youd end up treating me so bad
California
You only like me when you think Im looking sad
California
I didnt think youd end up treating me so bad
Oh, I, oh, I
Oh na, na, na, ne