CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : A Postcard From the City of Angels

I’m trying to quit, I’m trying to leave it all behind
It'll be better for my skin out of the sunshine
I don't give a sh*t, about the flashes in the pan
I already put in one long shift living the good life

Well I’m giving up
On valet, on pressed juice and health food
I’m giving up
On Soho house, rooftops and hair glue
I’m giving up
On fast friends in big stupid hats
And I'm giving up
On the head shops and laundry mats lining

The endless strip of mini malls
That drop off in the sea
And it’s Halloween on Christmas day
In the land of make believe
And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup
I'm stuck here in my car
And the miles and miles of streetlight rows
Are drowning out the stars
And I've been looking for a reason to get gone
And go put on my winter jacket and move on
I think it's time for something better than this
I think it's time I got the hell out of Los Angeles