I got palm trees for the pines
(and a list of endless rhymeless signs)
And i know you don't know
I can't grow
I'll never show you
I got palm trees for my time
(for three perfect years)
Looking down the line
I think i'll be fine
If i can get you off my mind
And i know you need your space
Well three-thousand miles it is
Is it safe to say you've won
(cuz i've stopped before i've even begun)
There's no reason i should be here
Sittin all alone in this box i built
It's hell
Cuz i see you face when i look at myself
I got palm trees for the city
And my eyes don't glow
And i still can't grow
I got palm trees for your smile
I haven't see your teeth quite awhile
I got gold for dirt
And summer for fall
And traded our endless, perfect love for nothing at all
Call it back on
And i'll come back home
Cuz i'm not good at being alone
Call it back on
And i'll come back home
I just move to LA
Cuz i was living in a dark place
(and i needed a little sunshine in my days)
Now i'm sweating on the street
And there's blisters on my feet
I don't have a car
It's really hard
Uber and lyft fill up my credit card
And i know you need your space
Well three-thousand miles it is
Is it safe to say you've won
(cuz i've stopped before i've even begun)
There's no reason i should be here
Sittin all alone in this box i built
It's hell
Cuz i see you face when i look at myself