When You Come To LA Songtext
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When You Come To LA Songtext
I′d like to get on a plane
At the end of summer
Won't have to deal with any pain
If I′m saying goodbye first
You get to watch as I leave
Now you have the power
Whoever you were thinking as me
You can keep as a reminder
I'm not a trust fund baby
Can't afford to live in New York City
Betting it′ll fix the scarcity in my life
I′m sure if you came home this week
Instead of getting ready to move away
I'd turn into the person you only see
When you come to LA
I never got on a train to go to Connecticut
I always lie to my friends when I say
I′ll visit them at college
My occupation's a reason to hide my true feelings
That I′m trapped in my body
And everyone who loves me is a part of the problem
Bet you think I'm a leech because
I live with my parents
I′m using my transition as my excuse
Oh I'm taking the T shot, and getting my tits chopped
Don't know how I should start to explain
I′ll look like a different person
When you come to LA
I keep looking for you in every car I pass on sunset
There′s nothing to do
Locked in the Thursday afternoon traffic
I can't stop listening to
I don′t wanna get over you
But it wasn't meant to be
More than a fall-asleep fantasy
Well I′m sure if I made time to grieve
I could still picture your face
But I'm certain I′m the last person you'll wanna see
When you come to LA
At the end of summer
Won't have to deal with any pain
If I′m saying goodbye first
You get to watch as I leave
Now you have the power
Whoever you were thinking as me
You can keep as a reminder
I'm not a trust fund baby
Can't afford to live in New York City
Betting it′ll fix the scarcity in my life
I′m sure if you came home this week
Instead of getting ready to move away
I'd turn into the person you only see
When you come to LA
I never got on a train to go to Connecticut
I always lie to my friends when I say
I′ll visit them at college
My occupation's a reason to hide my true feelings
That I′m trapped in my body
And everyone who loves me is a part of the problem
Bet you think I'm a leech because
I live with my parents
I′m using my transition as my excuse
Oh I'm taking the T shot, and getting my tits chopped
Don't know how I should start to explain
I′ll look like a different person
When you come to LA
I keep looking for you in every car I pass on sunset
There′s nothing to do
Locked in the Thursday afternoon traffic
I can't stop listening to
I don′t wanna get over you
But it wasn't meant to be
More than a fall-asleep fantasy
Well I′m sure if I made time to grieve
I could still picture your face
But I'm certain I′m the last person you'll wanna see
When you come to LA
Writer(s): Kali Priya Flanagan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com