California (Unreleased)

Panic! At The Disco

Compositor: Brendon Urie / Jake Sinclair / Mike Viola

(Uh, uh, ay, uh)

Your daddy bought you a new black Jetta
A little something that's to curb the pain
Waiting on a call, text, or whatever
Your life's a storm cloud without any rain

Filled your life full of boys that are broken
Validation needed more than you
Scratching your arm with the blade while you're smoking
I wanna cover you

Said: I love you, California, but you're bringing me down
You love me then you hate me then you're never around
A natural disaster in a fabricated town
I love you, California, but you're
You're bringing me down
Down, down, down, down, down, down

A bitter pill that you never learned to swallow
A sight unseen from your new third eye
Your little tricks, never got them to follow
It's not enough to be the pitiful type

So take your medicine, your freak adrenaline
The kind of problems you had always dreamed you'd settle in
Stop making promises, you don't know what honest is
I wanna cover you

Said: I love you, California, but you're bringing me down
You love me then you hate me then you're never around
A natural disaster in a fabricated town
I love you, California, but you're
You're bringing me down

Said: I love you, California, but you're bringing me down
You love me then you hate me then you're never around
A natural disaster in a fabricated town
I love you, California, but you're
You're bringing me down
Down, down, down, down, down
You're bringing me down