Capo on the 3rd fret
LAX in a runway motel
We just got off the phone
You didnât seem very well
At 5 years old I had no place to go
But you took me in
And you gave me a home
The planes fly
overhead
While I smoke
Too many cigarettes in bed
It rained last night âbout a quarter to 2
I was lyinâ awake
Just thinkinâ âbout you
A summer wind blowinâ in off the sea
Full of childhood smells
And aquamarine
