Plastic Angels - EBEN

I’m not a saint

But at least I’m not a fake

I try to tell you bout' my day

But yet you’re caught up in the things that you’re ready to say

Thought I’d be swimming in pools of gold

Now I’m just looking through empty souls

Stuck at a party with people I dont know

California lonely paradise (fuck)

I just landed in the city of plastic angels

We’re all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle

I’m beggin' give me something real

'Cause no one here cares how we feel

And I know I’m new here but

I just landed in the city of plastic angels

I know you’re lost

Overcompensate with all the things you bought

Maybe I’m a little too honest

Dont mean to put you through all, of, what’s to come

Thought I’d be swimming in pools of gold

Now I’m just looking through empty souls

Stuck at a party with people I dont know

California lonely paradise (fuck)

I just landed in the city of plastic angels

We’re all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle

I’m beggin' give me something real

'Cause no one here cares how we feel

And I know I’m new here but

I just landed in the city of plastic angels

(I just landed in the city of plastic angels)

Thought I’d be swimming in pools of gold

Now I’m just looking through empty souls

Stuck at a party with people I dont know

California lonely paradise (fuck)

I just landed in the city of plastic angels

We’re all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle

I’m beggin' give me something real

'Cause no one here cares how we feel

And I know I’m new here but

I just landed in the city of plastic angels