Am I disposable? Just your semi-precious love charm 'Cause it's unknowable I've been chasing you for too long 'Cause you're that song that's in my head And it's boring me to death Saying what I want to hear So get your hands up off my neck 'Cause I'm starting to see red When you whisper in my ear But I can see beyond your veneer There's got to be a better place And if my heart is your souvenir Then maybe I'll just fucking die in L.A And I'll be rich if I sell my soul Down in Hollywood, they say So bury me before I get old Oh baby, put me in a golden grave In a golden In a golden grave, baby, yeah In a golden grave In a golden grave, baby, yeah You promised everything A man could ever ask for All the riches, all the fame All the people know my name Yeah it's easy, you said 'Cause you're that song that's in my head And it's boring me to death Saying what I want to hear So get your hands up off my neck 'Cause I'm starting to see red When you whisper in my ear But I can see beyond your veneer There's got to be a better place And if my heart is your souvenir Then maybe I'll just fucking die in L.A And I'll be rich if I sell my soul Down in Hollywood, they say So bury me before I get old Oh baby, put me in a golden grave In a golden In a golden grave, baby, yeah In a golden grave In a golden grave, baby, yeah Yeah, yeah