In My Head

God I hate the traffic when'd it get so bad
wait a couple years and then we'll see
my stereo is busted and my thoughts are fucking loud count the cars try not to think
about who you're with
and what you're doing
oh but that just reminds me of
that apartment in Los Angeles
I know we never really lived there but sometimes we did
in my head
you always hated when i smoked cigarettes gave me shit til i fell asleep
a box a soap to be better than my best
i think you stayed til you had to leave
now i don't know where you're going
and somehow
that just reminds me of
our apartment in Los Angeles

I know we never really lived there
but sometimes we did
in my head
in my head
in my head
in my head
somehow that just reminds me of that apartment in Los Angeles

I know we never really lived there
but sometimes we did
in my head
in my head
in my head