California's gone by now Venice beach it ripped at the seams Now it's all torn down Deep blue long island sound They painted my old house yellow but I prefer brown So much for this town I want to pack my things and go You won't even notice if I'm here anymore Will people ever make sense And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend That I'm in space instead Lalalalala Lalalalalalalala Lalalalalala Lalala Lalala Will people ever make sense And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend That I'm in space instead