I Wanna Die in Los Angeles - Dead to Me

I wanna die in Los Angeles, under an overpass

A walking blackout fading, my last breath gasped

I wanna die in Los Angeles, where people Ask the Dust

More sad than scandalous, and sweating rust, and I know.

It all feels like a cheap parade, in the sun I’m gonna beg for rain,

if I’m (Oh I)

In the middle we got no way out, at the end was it all about some lie?

I wanna die, die, die in Los Angeles!

I wanna die in Los Angeles, under a blood orange sun

In a fugue state hated, by the ones I love

And when I die in Los Angeles, they’re gonna say they knew

Like «he was almost decent, but I’m glad he’s through», and I know.

It all feels like a cheap parade, in the sun I’m gonna beg for rain,

if I’m (Oh I)

In the middle we got no way out, at the end was it all about some lie?

I wanna die, die, die in Los Angeles!

Die!

Die in Los Angeles!

Die!

Die in Los Angeles!

Die!

Die in Los Angeles!

Die!

Die in Los Angeles!