L.A. is Pretty (But It's Killing Me)

But L.A. is pretty, but it's killin' me
 Your pictures are perfect in the magazine
 So get off my back
 Give me one second to breathe
 A moment to think
 I'm dried up right now
 But I'd kill for a drink
 You're pretty, you're killin' me
 I thought you were special, until you drank me dry
 I called you for help, but you wouldn't reply
 And I guess that was that
 Guess that you found someone different
 More special than me
 Now I'm kickin' these converse down Sycamore Street
 L.A. you drank me dry
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 Dear mom, I miss you, I think that I'm comin' home
 So many faces and I'm all alone
 So what you think about that
 That Midwest is goddamn impressive
 So good to me
 Now I'm missin' them seasons
 The fall and the leaves
 I miss you and I'm comin' home
 Yeah, I'm missin' them seasons
 The fall and the leaves
 I miss you and I'm comin' home