I never forgave you for taking me to LA.
Ungodly streets and her sun burned me like a spoon
Cocktails of landline phones and Olde English on my tongue
As I waited all night for an exit to take me home
Back to making a bed for my restless fingers
Tap tap tap, drawing power lines on your back
Dirty hotel hallways hugged me like a careless father
I rubbed my eyes to the sound of a maxed out credit card on glass
My dirty fragile knees to my chest made a bed for my tired head
I never forgave you for taking me to LA.
Where pools of bloody noses drowned you out
Artist turned shadow under all the palm trees and fame starved dying idols
Hung and abandoned like sneakers on tangled chemtrail lines
But I still craved you like a mother craves a ‘thank you’
I looked for nights with you in every corner of this city
I wore the bruises on my body as proof that you existed
I loved you even when I left you for California
But I never found LA again.