You said one day I would catch a break
And said it like it was a fluke
You said one day I would celebrate
The day I fell in love with you

So I told you, you should grieve the night
And mourn the stars above
That those who hate Los Angeles
Have never been in love

No day, no time
No witnesses, no crime

So I'll leave matches in our hotel room
I hope to burn away the sight of you
And as the Sun sets over Hollywood
I have nothing else to do

So I wrote down a list of all the things
We've never spoken of
And I wrote: Man, I hate Los Angeles
And I've never been in love

No day, no time
No witnesses, no crime