The dying day paints a portrait of sadness
Up upon this lonely LA tear
Have I found a home in this prison of my own
Trapped in a borderline career
But there she sits in a store on 13th street
And I'm not exactly happy about all of the things that I've done
I've made some mistakes and I know that I'm young and I'm sorry if I hurt anyone
Well of all the things I'm proud of, and the places I've found in the sun
The way I find myself loving her is the best thing I've ever done
God knows its hard to let someone new in