written by Butch Walker
Detox, Detox where are you?
You coulda saved me from a disaster
What with all these cell phone numbers
It's gonna be weeks cleaning off my dresser
I love it I hate it
I can't live without
I love it I hate it, baby
The first time's the worst time
then you become so uncomfortably numb
that you can't hide the fake smile
Stare into space with a look on your face
that says: gotta get outta Los Angeles
So blind I can't see
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
Gotta get Los Angeles
Outta me
Sober sober, send yourself over
I did it again last night
I wasted a good conversation
'bout music and God
on an outta work coked up, A&R guy
I love it I hate it
I can't live without
I love it I hate it, baby
The first time's the worst time
then you become so uncomfortably numb
that you can't hide the fake smile
Stare into space with a look on your face
that says: gotta get outta Los Angeles
So blind I can't see
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
Gotta get Los Angeles
Outta me
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