California

We don't talk anymore
But I'm on your wrist forever
A toxic lullaby the resist of getting better

I think you loved me when I was sick
Young impressionable I was
And I would listen to your words on the calls

I remember what you said to me and it
Helped me at the time
And I know it isn't genuine
But you helped me feel alright -t-t

Alright alright alright alright alright
Alright alright alright alright
Alright

California
California
California
California