Looking at LA

Looking at LA (Olivia Rudeen)

Why is it always 2 am when the lonely hits

The hotel heat turns on like a record hiss

Russian roulette through the numbers on my phone

Hoping one might hit my heart through this barricade of bones

And most nights I turn off an unfamiliar light

And fall asleep alone

But tonight I'm looking at LA

Through a window pane

Through a pouring rain, rain

And I, I'm looking for a sign

Not the Hollywood kind

Just a little bit of light, light

To tell me I chose right

In vacant rooms, collecting plastic keys

The ghost of you under every sheet

You said I was strong cuz I never cry

But if I could I'd make these tear ducts un-calcify

And most days I find it's easier to lie

Than tell them that I'm anything but alright

Tonight I'm looking at LA

Through a window pane

It's pouring rain

And I, I'm looking for a sign

Not the Hollywood kind

Just a little bit of light, light

To tell me I chose right

Another night, another crowd

A different sky, a different town

Will I ever live you down

A colder heart, a bigger wall

A denser dark, a further fall

They said that I could have it all

But tonight I'm looking at LA

Through a window pane

It's pouring rain

And I, I'm looking for a sign

Not the Hollywood kind

Just a little bit of light, light

To tell me I chose right