Lyrics Plastic Angels - EBEN

Plastic Angels

I’m not a saint
But at least I’m not a fake
I try to tell you bout' my day
But yet you’re caught up in the things that you’re ready to say
Thought I’d be swimming in pools of gold
Now I’m just looking through empty souls
Stuck at a party with people I dont know
California lonely paradise (fuck)
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
We’re all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle
I’m beggin' give me something real
'Cause no one here cares how we feel
And I know I’m new here but
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
I know you’re lost
Overcompensate with all the things you bought
Maybe I’m a little too honest
Dont mean to put you through all, of, what’s to come
Thought I’d be swimming in pools of gold
Now I’m just looking through empty souls
Stuck at a party with people I dont know
California lonely paradise (fuck)
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
We’re all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle
I’m beggin' give me something real
'Cause no one here cares how we feel
And I know I’m new here but
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
(I just landed in the city of plastic angels)
Thought I’d be swimming in pools of gold
Now I’m just looking through empty souls
Stuck at a party with people I dont know
California lonely paradise (fuck)
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
We’re all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle
I’m beggin' give me something real
'Cause no one here cares how we feel
And I know I’m new here but
I just landed in the city of plastic angels