Watsky — Cali or die

(think of me) (repeats at the beginning of most measures) Every corner I stop I see ghosts Of these people, these people, I used to be Every step that I take leaves more in my wake So I just stand still [Chorus] Oh it gets so lonely Oh it gets so lonely Oh it gets so lonely It's California or die Oh Don't say a word Don't feed the birds Don't make any waves Or what man, or what? We weren't powerful people Who lift cars over our heads I hate days carrying hatred If it drops, let it drop Let the Earth decide [Chorus] Once in a while when we smile and we mean it to strangers Once in a while when we finally say what we mean Then all of these people who rush by and brush at the edges We touch at the edges We mostly go hedging our bets, but we take a risk Look in the eyes that you've hurt What a feeling to be free from the way that you thought that you had to move through this world What a joy to be home in your skin in your own tender skin To be home and be still in this world that's the ultimate fantasy But we're experts in fantasy [Chorus] x2