Palm Trees

Palm trees burning in breeze

And even when it rains it's seventy degrees

You can hike to the Hollywood sign if that's where you wanna be

Things you take for granted when you grow up by the beach

I thought I'd never wanna leave

But I'd lived a life in traffic on the 10 and 405

Makes me wanna die

Maybe LA lost its magic but not every death is tragic

It can make you feel alive

Wishing this car could fly away from here

Higher than the palm trees

They say everybody's beautiful and everyone's dumb here

They say everything's expensive and everyone's fake

So every time I tell someone that I'm from here

They look at me like I said it by mistake

I say I'm twenty-eight

Spending another night in traffic on the 10 and 405

Makes me wanna cry

It's hard to imagine but not every death is tragic

It can make you feel alive

Don't you know that angels can fly away from here

Higher than the palm trees

So tonight I'll get high one more time

And sit outside at night on the rose and vine

Where the stars in the sky are the city lights

And I'll be safe as long as I'm home by night

From the day that I was flying

To the day that Kobe died

I been here my whole life

So maybe it's time

To say goodbye to the palm trees