Driving fast in the lane
Of the cold remains of L.A
Winter comes, winter goes
But it all just stays the same
Don't be getting lonely
I won't be there to hold me
In fact, I won't be there at all

Don't you say that you want me back, baby
What I'm boutta do ain't that bad l, baby
Compared to the knife that's in my back

Because of you, baby
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Because of you, baby
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh-ooh

Realized by this chair
Better cut my hair again
Don't want friends
As your friends
(Uhm, you better find a new friend, I'm gone)

Don't you say that you want me back, baby
What I'm boutta do ain't that bad l, baby
Compared to the knifе that's in my back

Because of you, baby
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Becausе of you, baby
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh-ooh

Because of you, baby, because of you, baby
Because of you, baby
Because of you, baby
Because of you, baby