oh california i tried to warn ya the earth is gonna quake before ya you ll be real sorry but it won t be sorry the dirt is gonna crack and split you in two then you ll be halved and you ll have to find a match that fit your guts it hurts so much but it keeps your blood in watch out they ll swarm ya the bees that were born way too early wakened by the swirling cover your nose up they ll fill all your holes they will weigh you down with honeycombs and though it ll be your one chance to be sweet you ll be a thankless home for ungrateful drones who will churn your bones to butter and you re not coming home no you ve got plenty more in you don t ya so please go easy and breathe some clean air for me oh california i hate to inform ya now waves are crashing coming toward ya soaking your pals and dragging them out you re the only straggler grabbing onto the shore but all the salt s pooled in your ears it s all your fault i tell ya listen will ya can t you hear me baby and you re not coming home no you ve got plenty more in you don t ya so please go easy and breathe some clean air for me and if i d only known i d have dragged you and pulled you undertow if i had to but i m too lazy and you re too stubborn baby
['bubblegrunge', 'folk punk', 'indie pop', 'indie punk', 'indie rock', 'small room']