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I wandered to LA
Wandered to LA
(True story)
I wandered to LA
Hopin' to explore
Little did I know
I'd find a little more
Love at my hotel room door
From the bed to the hotel room floor
I wandered to LA
Hopin' to explore
Little did I know
I'd find a little more
Love at my hotel room door
From the bed to the hotel room floor
Maybe it's the love
Maybe it's the drugs
Maybe it's because my girlfriend is the plug
Cocaine strums like guitar chords
She loves drugs, she goes hardcore
She's hiding from the truth
It's under the rug
Maybe it's because the lies they feel are wrong
You see the ghost on the front porch
You see the blood at her front door
We were doing Xans in her Honda Accord
Looking at the things that we couldn't afford
Fantasies became reality
But only for one of us
I wandered to LA
Hopin' to explore
Little did I know
I'd find a little more
Love at my hotel room door
From the bed to the hotel room floor
Pillow talking 'bout our future and our dreams
Speaking about how life ain't really as it seems
Reminiscing about the days you broke my heart
Thankful that we worked it out, we come so far
Say you gotta give me space and let me breathe
Say you gotta give me lovin' that I need
Still we gotta focus on the little things
If I want to end up how we used to be
And I don't want to hear you say-ay
That you don't want to be with me
Especially when I need some company
That's why I need you to come for me
I wandered to LA
Hopin' to explore
Little did I know
I'd find a little more
Love at my hotel room door
From the bed to the hotel room floor
Wandered to LA
Hopin' to explore
Little did I know
I'd find a little more
Love at my hotel room door
From the bed to the hotel room floor
(I'm the elephant in the room
My nightmares are starting to come true)
