I thought I'd be there by now I'm 24, still in my parents' house I thought I could make it out Of a city where nothing comes around And I guess I'm still depressed It doesn't matter how good it gets It doesn't go away, I got myself to blame And how high is the climb? And the stars, do they align With my cloudy brain? I got myself to blame What's it like in California? Is it pretty, I always wonder Or is it shitty? Like people say It doesn't matter Cause I wanna make it in L.A. I thought I'd be good enough I've got the words to fill the pages up But where's the line, where's the time When you're nearly 25? Am I getting where, where I'm supposed to get? And I guess I'm still depressed But what do you expect when the world has slowed? And there's no room to grow But how high is the climb? To sunset and vine, it's cold in the shade I gotta get away What's it like in California? Is it pretty, I always wonder Or is it shitty? Like people say It doesn't matter Cause I wanna make it in L.A. Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh I wanna make it in L.A. Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh