1132 P.M.

11: 32 pm and you're on my mind, like a blood stain on satin sheets you can't wipe it away with turpentine I feel breathless, hopeless and unsure cold feet, full belly does it really feel good feel good to be home cause I'm wishing away baby, los angeles, yes I'm wishing away baby, los angeles tripping over cobble stones exhale the smoke that once filled up my lungs sigh feeling relieved sigh feeling relieved I drink the water for my skins perfection but I haven't had a real drink today cause I'm wishing away baby, los angeles, yes I'm wishing away baby, los angeles 11: 32 pm and you're on my mind