Bougainvillea

The Bougainvillea separating neighbors down the street The pink looks soft so I reach out to touch and it cuts me It's not so different from the way you treated me It's not so different from the way Hot day Sunny day Same thing Another day I still feel so cold in LA Hot day Muggy day Same thing Always I still feel so cold in LA The sun is kissing every blonde girl that walks down my street He seems to like the ones that have nothing in common with me I'm peeling back my nails, peel them back so far they start to bleed Now I've got cherries for the beach Hot day Sunny day Same thing Another day I still feel so cold in LA Hot day Muggy day Same thing Always I still feel so cold in LA Hot day Sunny day Same thing Another day I still feel so cold in LA Oh I still feel so cold in LA