La Threshold

To drive in LA
Is the worst of my day
And to drive in LA
Is the best in the rain
And to park for the shows
I give up I’m going home
There are girls in the world
Staying wealthy by taking selfies
And to be in a band in LA is as uncontrollable
As it is a cliché
And the blogs are the scariest
They can fuck you up
They can fuck you up
I’ve seen bands get destroyed
Now they think they’re not creative enough
They’re not creative enough
They’re not creative enough
We’re not creative enough
'Cause we’re not smart enough
And these people
They hate pop
And these are people
They love pop
And now these people
Since they hate pop
All these people
They seem to love it now
Ha ha ha ha
And the bars in LA
Are the same everyday
I don’t drink
I don’t smoke
Irish people hate me
Hippies don’t love me
I wish I could speak
To my cousins in French
It’s a shame
'Cause I could do it
And I know it
I guess I just don’t care enough
I just don’t care enough
I just don’t care enough
It’s a shame
I miss France
I miss Le Cresout
And I rub one out to fall asleep
There’s something beautiful about the sheets
Understand when I say that I’m busy
I’m busy doing nothing
But that’s something to me
Ha ha ha ha
I’m getting older
It doesn’t bother me
I’ve been doing it for a while now
Ha ha ha ha