Things that you say, I can't erase Repeating days, It's all the same But even when we fight, I can't stop from loving you You know we can't be friends. Can I taste your lips again? Climb the stairs to your apartment Just to see you holding him

Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade