Fifteen in L.A.
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[Verse 1] Plastic test on the bathroom sink Sneakers pressed to the tile Can't blink Mom yelling from the hallway light “I’m fine I’m fine Just give me a night” Cat hair stuck to my thrift store dress Scrolling past girls with their perfect mess I trace his name in a shaky heart Then wipe it off Let the tears restart [Chorus] Fifteen in L.A Car seat in the back I’m okay Got a sunrise stuck in my rearview Thought my life was over Then I met you Cracked voice Chipped nails Cheap wine stains Now I’m laughing in the pouring rain I was sure that I was ruined through But I feel more me standing next to you [Verse 2] Tiny kicks in a borrowed bed Studio walls Paint peeling instead Of some locker and a marching band I hold the world in a secondhand pram Friends went out to that house in the Hills I stayed home Counting quiet little thrills Like your sigh when you finally sleep I trade the drama for something deep [Chorus] Fifteen in L.A Car seat in the back I’m okay Got a sunrise stuck in my rearview Thought my life was over Then I met you Cracked voice Chipped nails Cheap wine stains Now I’m laughing in the pouring rain I was sure that I was ruined through But I feel more me standing next to you [Bridge] [Guitars drop to soft picking Distant synth swell] People talk like my road got smaller Like I shrank when my body got taller But I’m breathing in this traffic jam And I finally like who I am (oh) Hand on the wheel Your hand in mine Rearview full of the broken time I lost a lot But I kept my name And I’m not folding under all this weight [Chorus] Fifteen in L.A Car seat in the back I’m okay Got a sunrise stuck in my rearview Thought my life was over Then I met you Cracked voice Chipped nails Cheap wine stains Now I’m dancing in the subway train I was sure that I was ruined through But I feel more me standing next to you [Outro] Late bus home City humming low You yawn once Tiny halo glow I kiss your hair and I softly say “We’re gonna be alright in L.A.”