Coasted

I don't understand
Why there's still a plan
If we never see it through
It wasn't yesterday
That took our time away
Believe me 'cause tomorrow's nothin' new

There's no time to waste
I wanna get out of place
Even if I'm on my own
It's getting a little hot in here
You can tell it from the atmosphere
Believe me when I tell you that you're wrong

I don't wanna wait
I'm sick of being late
So I'll just get there on my own
Before I should mention
It's best that you're gone

I don't wanna wait
I'm sick of being late
So I'll just get there on my own
Before I should mention
It's best that you're gone
That you're gone
That you're gone
Gone

Ya know the funny thing about California
Is that everyone wants to live in Los Angeles
But if you don't know who you are
This town will eat you alive

Woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah-woah

When the hills burn down Los Angeles
And the champagne pops till no one's left
And the sad thing bout Los Angeles
Is it burns and burns till nothing's left
Singing woah
A thousand dreams all over-sold
Woah
A plastic face paid with fools gold
Woah
California decomposed
Woah
The future's bleak or so I'm told