I don’t mean to make a threat,

But so be it if my only way out is death.

You may see Los Angeles as a pipe dream,

But it’s the only place for me.

And so much more healthy.

I’ve never known how peace would feel,

Or even known if it was real,

Until I woke up in LA

And didn’t want to die that day.

I have never felt at home,

Until when I went to WeHo,

I know I could do so much more,

If living wasn’t such a chore.

If I didn’t have to often pass by these memories,

None positive,

I wan to stay far away,

In the middle of LA

Since that’s where I was meant to be.

I’d never need the cocaine,

I’d just be on those bomb weed strains,

And drinking at the bar with gays,

Wondering how many more days,

Until I’m supposed to go away,

Again, when all I want to stay.