I left my hat by the window of your apartment.
The one I'd wear whenever it was cold or it was raining.
It just seems unfair that a piece of me gets to enjoy your company.
While you just overlook the fact that it's there.
I'm gonna move to the west coast and you're gonna die alone.
I said:
I'm gonna move to the west coast and you're gonna die alone.
I said:
I'm gonna move to the west coast and you're gonna die alone.
I said:
I'm gonna move to the west coast and you're gonna die alone.
I can see you sitting in that chair.
Letting the day roll off of your shoulders.
Running hands through your hair.
Thinking about the things you miss the most.
It just seems unfair.
Because you know you did it, you did it to yourself.
Because you were unaware-
Your actions have consequences.
I'm gonna move out of California and you're gonna die alone.
I'm gonna move out of California and you're gonna die alone.
I'm gonna move out of California and you're gonna die alone.
I'm gonna move out of California and you're gonna die alone.
Alone...alone...alone...ALONE.