The Californian letra

Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well
a child scraping up his knees...
Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you?

Leo says that, 'there's no victims, only volunteers.'
I think that I believe that if there's a crime,
there must be a crime scene.

Sorry that we peaked in my California teething.

Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime.
Small print too small to read--
'Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe'
the East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral,
hangs waiting for a breeze.
Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me.

Whoa-ah-oh...that's what they say...

Sunday's Best - Letras

• Beethoven St.
• Brave, But Brittle...
• Bruise-Blue
• Congratulations
• Don't Let It Fade
• Homing Device
• If We Had It Made
• In Beats Like Trains
• Indian Summer
• Instead, He Falls
• Looks Like a Mess
• Los Feliz Arms
• Our Left Coast Ambitions
• Red Herring
• Saccharine
• The Californian
• The Hardest Part
• The Salt Mines of Santa Monica
• The Try
• Too Soon to Laugh
• Tracing Paper
• Truest You
• When Is Pearl Harbor Day?
• White Picket Fences
• Winter-Owned
• Without Meaning
• You Did This