A lot of hot breath circling through this apartment
I'm caught up in an argument and I don't even know how it started
And I'm watching the kids in the complex
From a broken window in my kitchen
They're throwing rocks at the kittens
Living in my neighbor's busted Buick
And Southern California never looked as bleak
As it did with you in the driver's seat
And I know that you think I'm a cliché
But I'm just trying to get through this awful day
Some people just never change
They always seem to get their way
And this idea that we're obligated to forgive
Always struck me as sentimental bullshit
You gotta do what you can to get better, kid
Especially if it means never seeing these people again