Van Nuys

You fell asleep on the highway to Van Nuys "I'm pretty" said some guy on the radio It hasn't rained in eighteen days Your coworkers all look like they didn't have a childhood Even though you're sure that they did David Berman died in a fire at 52 Kurt Cobain never did Phil Ochs drowned in the ocean trying to save his kid And it looks like you're not far behind Cut the noose and call your mother Centipedes are in your shower drain The airbnb host isn't here But she'll still accuse you of high degree theft You fell asleep on the highway to Van Nuys Listening to some kind of true crime podcast Who's pretty? Yeah, who's pretty in the city of eating disorders Check your privilege and get back to me Baltimore's just an escape for me and you But we're coming from a place of wealth There's no way to know when it's coming But you can count on it to come Light the candles and celebrate Hanukkah Or nobody else'll have any fun