California

I thought I'd be there by now
 I'm 24, still in my parents' house (oh-oh)
 I thought I could make it out
 Of a city where nothing comes around
 And I guess I'm still depressed
 Doesn't matter how good it gets
 It doesn't go away
 I've got myself to blame
 And how high is the climb
 When the stars, do they align with my cloudy brain?
 I got myself to blame
 What's it like in California?
 Is it pretty? I always wonder
 Or is it shitty like people say?
 It doesn't matter 'cause I wanna make it in LA
 Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
 I thought I'd be good enough
 I've got the words to fill the pages up (up)
 Where's the line? Where's the time when you're nearly 25?
 Am I getting where, where I'm supposed to get?
 And I guess I'm still depressed (oh-oh)
 But what do you expect (oh-oh)
 When the world has slowed and there's no room to grow?
 And how high is the climb (oh-oh) to sunset and vibe? (oh)
 It's cold in the shade, I gotta get away
 What's it like in California?
 Is it pretty? I always wonder
 Or is it shitty like people say?
 It doesn't matter 'cause I wanna make it in LA
 Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
 I wanna make it in LA
 Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh