There's two girls thinking about me at LAX One's flight is delayed and one is thinking about sex Well, I'm done thinking about you Everyone can see I found my swagger again There's two girls thinking about me at LAX
The party's over I'm done killing myself The party's over
I hit rock bottom on a Saturday morning Kissed a Republican on Saturday night It might be her training or her intuition She's my fine distraction and she's fine with that
There's a girl talking me off this dirty ledge What's the point by the time my feet hit the ground she'll lose interest Well, I'm done chasing behind you (We're glad to see that you have found your anger again) There's two girls thinking about me at LAX
She lifted me out of the gutter Probably just her sense of "right" But both of our lives are so cluttered But am I playing pretend with a godsend? And is she playing pretend with a godsend? And are we playing pretend with our godsends?
I hit rock bottom on a Saturday morning I hit rock bottom...
I'm her fine distraction and I'm fine with that And I'm fine with that