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.