Christmas in L.A. (feat. Dawes)

Woke up to sun streaming in my room

Warm beachfront palm December afternoon

You close your eyes, another year blows by

Somewhere in the wind, just another life

My parents sent a Christmas card and tennis shoes

"We understand you're staying and we're proud of you"

There's a well-rehearsed disinterest in the atmosphere

I don't know if that's what this town gave me or if it led me here

And I played so many parts

I don't know which one's really me

Don't know if I can take

Another Christmas in L.A.

Another pitcher of Sangria

In an empty beach café

Another Christmas in L.A.

Hold me tighter, Carmelita

I don't know how long I can stay

Left a girl behind in my old man's truck

And sometimes I wonder where she ended up

Maybe she got married, had a couple of kids

Who do you think you're fooling, man? Of course she did

I'm walking in Dan Tana's bar

Try and talk with Harry Dean

I don't know if I can take

Another Christmas in L.A.

Another casting call on Thursday

For a job that doesn't pay

Another Christmas in L.A.

Another burnout in a tank top

Who seems to bask in his decay

A fat protagonist in flip flops

With an extensive resume

From Echo Park to Catalina

Dreaming of a white Christmas

The one I used to know

Tree tops glisten, children listen

To sleigh bells in the snow

Another Christmas in L.A.