Harry Heart - L.A. 2000 Lyrics

L.A. two thousand and something
Promise myself a ticket for a plane
I tie myself to the subject
Option for her is an ocean for me
Be cool, it's hard to be cool
Everyone I love is backing me
My my, believe the sublime
Gold in the gritty

We make out in the daisies
You kiss me like I'm yours
They love their disposition
They've loved a thousand whores

Coracão, proud of the symbol
Jagged and gentle and bad for the brain
You've got two hands to the temples
Bound to feel fickle if that's how you play

She says she want it
But she don't really want it
She just wanna make you feel like a man
For f*ck's sake

I will resent you 'caus I'm made to I'm meant to
If you wanna make people like you then just go away

We make out in the daisies
You kiss me like I'm yours
They love their disposition
They've loved a thousand whores

Found this letter
Just there on your dresser
You are too big to fail
I have to hold you still

We make out in the daisies
You kiss me like I'm yours
They love their disposition
They've loved a thousand whores

I have to hold you still