[Verse 1]
A new game scrapping my life
It was you out back with a butter knife
Who took my parts, buried 'em with the dog
Not great, but what did I think
That a bouncy castle Catholic could give to me
But a little wine and God?
[Pre-Chorus]
So I'm working on a wreckage
With nothing there to salvage
Oh, I'm just taking photos
For my book about the damage and
Some have called me cheap
But it's not that fucking deep
Like, what's left for me but poetry
And getting really old?
[Chorus]
I'm heading to California
Don't say I didn't warn you
I'm milking what I can from this grief
I'm heading to California
Don't say I didn't warn you
I'm writing for the peace you wouldn't leave
A new game scrapping my life
It was you out back with a butter knife
Who took my parts, buried 'em with the dog
Not great, but what did I think
That a bouncy castle Catholic could give to me
But a little wine and God?
[Pre-Chorus]
So I'm working on a wreckage
With nothing there to salvage
Oh, I'm just taking photos
For my book about the damage and
Some have called me cheap
But it's not that fucking deep
Like, what's left for me but poetry
And getting really old?
[Chorus]
I'm heading to California
Don't say I didn't warn you
I'm milking what I can from this grief
I'm heading to California
Don't say I didn't warn you
I'm writing for the peace you wouldn't leave
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