Holiday from real - live from sir

She thinks I'm much too thin, she asks me if I'm sick What's a girl to do with friends like this? She lets me drive her car, so I can score an eighth From the lesbians out west in Venice Oh, California in the summer Ah, and my hair is growing long Fuck, yeah, we can live like this But if you left it up to me Everyday would be a holiday from real We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun We'd fry our brains and say, "It's so much fun Out here", but when it's all over I'll come back for another year I'll look for work today, I'm spilling out the door Put my glasses on so no one sees me I never thought that I'd be living on your floor But the rents are high and L.A.'s easy Oh, it's a picture of perfection Ah, and the postcards gonna read An' fuck, yeah, we can live like this We can live like this But if you left it up to me Everyday would be a holiday from real We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun We'd fry our brains and write, "It's so much fun Right here" Hey Madeline, you sure look fine You wore my favorite sweater Being poor was never better A safety buzz, some cheap red wine Oh, the trouble we can get in So let's screw this one up right But if you left it up to me Everyday would be a holiday from real We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun We'd lie and tell our friends, "It's so much fun Out here", but when it's all over I'll come back for another When it's all over I'll come back for another year