Chula Vista

She's lying on the bathroom floor

Asking herself what's life for

And someday i pray that she feels alright (alright

And he's lying on his bedroom floor

Writing songs singing metaphors

Like tonite might be their last nite (last nite)

Sometimes a walk becomes a trip

And a trip becomes a fall

Addicted to it all

Drugs and alcohol

She's all tweaked out

But no one notices at all

She tries to reach out

But he doesn't hear her call

Cuz no one see her trouble

Cuz she doesn't show the struggle

She locks herself up

As her tears turn to puddles

Of lies and regrets

Of nights she forgets

Like where she is

And if she'll ever make it back to him

She's lying on the bathroom floor

Asking herself what's life for

And someday i pray that she feels alright (alright

And he's lying on his bedroom floor

Writing songs singing metaphors

Like tonite might be their last nite (last nite)

And if she had a dollar

For every time he called her

She'd be sitting pretty on a mountain made of pennies

And if he had a dime for every line she was snorting

I'd bet he have a ride that he never could afford

And he's sick of the drama tired of holding on

To the hope that she's the one so he puts it in a poem

She calls he calls back he yells who's that

The phone falls dropped call and in the hall a gun goes (bang!)

She's lying on the bathroom floor

Asking herself what's life for

And someday i pray that she feels alright (alright

And he's lying on his bedroom floor

Writing songs singing metaphors

Like tonite might be their last nite (last nite)

- hello?

- I don't wanna live this way, live this way.

She's lying on the bathroom floor

Asking herself what's life for

And someday i pray that she feels alright (alright

And he's lying on his bedroom floor

Writing songs singing metaphors

Like tonite might be their last nite (last nite)

I don't wanna, i don't wanna

I don't wanna live this way.