IntroC# Fm A#M N.c. (X2)Verse 1Every Time I Think That I Want This, I Feel You Turn Me BackCalled Me, Then You Couldn't Be Honest, I Couldn't Handle ThatYou Never Handed Me, You Never Handed Me The TruthCounting Up The Cards And The Scars I Kept'Cause I Hated Who I Was In Los Angeles, YeahUp In Los Angeles, Up In Los Angeles With YouChorusSo Leave Me To The Memories I Still Have Yet To LoseOf Me And You, Convincing Me To Stay, But I RefuseI'm Running Out Of Words Like MedicationWithdrawing From The Pain Of DedicationSweating Out The Years Of Conversation With YouN.c. | N.c. |Verse 2Days Get A Little Bit Shorter, And Now That We're Always TravellingLife Gets A Little Bit Harder, And Time Is All That You Have With MeIt's All You Had With Me, It's All You Had With Me To LoseBack When I Gave You That Record, You Said You Weren't A Fan Of HisWhen You Were Living In Brooklyn, You Said That You'd Never Dance To ThisBut In Los Angeles, But In Los Angeles You DoChorusSo Leave Me To The Memories I Still Have Yet To LoseOf Me And You, Convincing Me To Stay, When I RefuseI'm Running Out Of Words Like MedicationWithdrawing From The Pain Of DedicationSweating Out The Years Of Conversation With YouN.c. | N.c. |OutroUp In Los Angeles, Up In Los Angeles With YouUp In Los Angeles, Up In Los Angeles With YouUp In Los Angeles, Up In Los Angeles With YouUp In Los Angeles, Up In Los Angeles With You
