Well I fell captive to your Los Angeles eyes
All your last minute replies were only good enough
To barely get you by
So tonight will be the last time that you ever see me cry
And these aren't tears, I swear, I've just got something in my eye
So when you feel like stopping by
I won't be here
I'll be out, getting drunk or high
Well I tried to call you about a thousand times
But you never got the line
I guess that you were busy having a good time
So when you feel stopping by
I won't be here
I'll be out, getting drunk or high
So when you feel like stopping by
I won't be here
I'll be out, getting drunk or high
I won't be here
I'll be out getting f*cked up.