I left my city for San Francisco
Took a free ride off a billionaires jet
L.A, Im from nowhere, who am I to love you?
L.A, Ive got nothing, who am I to love you
When Im feeling this way and Ive got nothing to offer?
L.A, not quite the city that never sleeps
Not quite the city that wakes, but the city that dreams, for sure
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, Im a dreamer, but Im from nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, Im upset, I have complaints, listen to me
They say I came from money and I didnt
And I didnt even have love and its unfair
L.A, I sold my life rights for a big check and Im upset
And now I cant sleep at night, and I dont know why
Plus, I love Zac, so why did I do that when I know it wont last?
L.A, I picked San Francisco because the man who doesnt love me lives there
L.A, Im pathetic, but so are you, can I come home now?
Daughter to no one, table for one
Party of thousands of people
I dont know at Delilah where my ex-husband works
Im sick of this, but can I come home now?
Mother to no one, private jet for one
Back home to the Tudor house that borned a thousand murder plots
Hancock Park, its treated me very badly and resentful
The witch on the corner, the neighbor nobody wanted
The reason for Garcettis extra security
L.A, I know Im bad
But I have nowhere else to go, could I come home now?
I never had a mother
Will you let me make the sun my own for now
And the ocean my son?
Im quite good at tending to things despite my upbringing
Can I raise your mountains?
I promise to keep them greener, make them my daughters
Teach them about fire, warn them about water
Im lonely, L.A, can I come home now?
I left my city for San Francisco
And Im writing from the Golden Gate Bridge
But its not going as I planned
I took a free ride off a billionaire
And brought my typewriter and promised myself that I would stay, but
Its just not going the way that I thought
Its not that I feel different, and I dont mind that its not hot
Its just that I belong to no one
Which means theres only one place for me
The city not quite awake, the city not quite asleep
The city thats still deciding how good it can be
And also
I cant sleep without you
No ones ever really held me like you
Not quite tightly, but certainly I feel your body next to me
Smoking next to me
Vaping lightly next to me
And I love that you love the neon lights like me
Orange in the distance
We both love that
And I love that we have that in common
Also, neither one of us can go back to New York
For you are unmoving
As for me, it wont be my city again until Im dead
Fuck the New York Post
L.A, who am I to need you
When Ive needed so much, asked for so much?
And what Ive been given, Im not sure yet
I may never know that either until Im dead
For now though, what I do know
Is although I dont deserve you
Not you at your best and your splendor
With towering eucalyptus trees that sway in my dominion
Not you at your worst
Totally on fire, unlivable, unbreathable, I need you
You see, I have no mother
And you do
A continental shelf
A larger piece of land from where you came
And I?
Im an orphan
A little seashell that rests upon your native shores
One of many, for sure
But because of that, I surely must love you closely to the most of anyone
For that reason, let me love you
Dont mind my desperation
Let me hold you, not just for vacation
But for real and for forever
Make it real life
Let me be a real wife to you
Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend
I adore you
Dont be put off by my quick-wordedness
Im generally quite quiet
Quite a meditator, actually
Ill do very well down by Paramhansa Yoganandas realization center, Im sure
I promise youll barely even notice me
Unless you want to notice me
Unless you prefer a rambunctious child
In which case, I can turn it on, too
Im quite good on the stage as you may know
You might have heard of me
So either way, Ill fit in just fine
So just love me by doing nothing
And perhaps, by not shaking the county line
Im yours if youll have me
But regardless, youre mine