Punk rock, false startnWhat happened to your heart?nYou threw it into the waternTo come back up from bottomnnGlued in, spiked hairnYeah we played shows with no one therenAnd the ghosts were always clappingnThe sound guy always laughingnnI would have burned a million citiesnIf you would have sat there beside menTo watch the smoldering sun collapsennGet high, don’t carenLose the keys I’m better herenDon’t know our way around this townnYeah SoCal’s fucking awful nownnGuilty, as chargednRipped off all your fucking songsnCause love is in the detailsnWhen it’s experience you wantnnI would have wrote a million bad checksnIf you would have waited to cash themnAnd watch me go down innnSanta AnannI would have climbed a million mountainsnIf you would have watched me fall down themnAnd every day I’m stuck here innnSanta Ana