I ve been dreaming of waking up happy under the sun. In the smog and the traffic and dreams of California. This lonely live takes to I-80 to try and forget. The people and friends that forgot about me when I left.

I m finding home, I m finding my heart, my head, the reasons why I left.

Cause this is for dreaming, this is believing, that you'll be picking up the pieces when I m gone. This is for drinking, this is to living, this is to packing all my shit and moving on. I'm moving on.

I ve been dreaming of lying down naked next to you. Under stars on a blanket, under the Los Angeles moon. As we sit with our thoughts and watch the planes fly by. It s nights like this that I look at you, I was born to be alive.

My western home, my eastern heart. The middle is my home.

But this is for dreaming, this is believing, that you'll be picking up the pieces when I m gone. This is for drinking, this is to living, this is to packing all my shit and moving on.

I don t mind, setting these traps for you, to fall into cause I, I will be there, when you need to be rescued. I ll rescue, I will rescue you.

This is for dreaming, this is believing, this is your picking up the pieces when I'm gone. This is for drinking, this is for leaving, this is for packing all my shit and moving on. I'm moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on.