This is California, found a room to rent
A pool party, drug induced, with friends that heaven sent
You can see our baggage on the diving board
Mine looks like the dad and son splashing back and forth

Hope is where it started so a "fuck off" to fateful ends
We're landing on over complication or oblivion
There's more forgiveness lower down our necks, yeah
You can strum your hardest and get away with hoping for the best

Hold me down for an hour or two
I'll paint your face on a blood balloon
And you won't know if you believe
In something more than the belief

A future investment in the future's con
I guess everyone is part perfect storm and part broken song
So to those who can't afford bronchitis ya' settle for a cough
Afraid of where you're going so you purposely stay lost

Hold me down for an hour or two
I'll paint your face on a blood balloon
And you won't know if you believe
In something more than the belief

There's no belief in simply being
There's no belief in simply being
This ain't California (This ain't California)
This ain't California (This ain't California)
It's simply me!
Romanticize the past while the future is in full collapse

You can
Hold me down for an hour or two
I'll paint your face on a blood balloon
And you won't know if you believe
In something more than the belief