Coasted

I don't understand

Why there's still a plan

If we never see it through

It wasn't yesterday

That took our time away

Believe me 'cause tomorrow's nothin' new

There's no time to waste

I wanna get out of place

Even if I'm on my own

It's getting a little hot in here

You can tell it from the atmosphere

Believe me when I tell you that you're wrong

I don't wanna wait

I'm sick of being late

So I'll just get there on my own

Before I should mention

It's best that you're gone

I don't wanna wait

I'm sick of being late

So I'll just get there on my own

Before I should mention

It's best that you're gone

That you're gone

That you're gone

Gone...

Ya know the funny thing about California,

Is that everyone wants to live in Los Angeles

But if you don't know who you are,

This town will eat you alive...

Woah-woah-woah-woah...

Woah-woah-woah-woah...

When the hills burn down Los Angeles

And the champagne pops till no one's left

And the sad thing bout Los Angeles

Is it burns and burns till nothing's left

Singing woah

A thousand dreams all over-sold

Woah...

A plastic face paid with fools gold

Woah...

California decomposed

Woah...

The future's bleak or so I'm told.