Only Living Girl in LA

I′m the only girl alive in L.A. County
I’m the only one who sees (ayy)
I wake up every day in some new kind of suffering
I′ve never known a day of peace
I wonder if I ever left behind my body (ooh)
You think they’d laugh at how I died?
Or take a photo of my family in the lobby
The ceremony’s small in size
′Cause I don′t know if I could sell out my own funeral (ah-ah)
At least not at this point in time

And if I ever try to leave behind my body
At least I know it was never mine, it was never mine
It was never mine
It was never mine

Well, I’m the only girl alive in New York City
I left my wallet on the train
Since I no longer even have a driver′s license
I guess that means I have no name (this is Halsey Street)
And I could run away to somewhere on the West Coast
And finally be a real life girl
They’ll take my organs, and they′ll hang me from the bedpost
Sayin’ I was too soft for this world
And they′d be right, because quite frankly, to be alive
It shouldn’t kill me every day, the way it does
I don’t know what I did to have this fate, I′m drenched in it
And I can′t even run from what I know

My special talent isn’t writing, it′s not singing
It’s feeling everything that everyone alive feels every day
Feels every day
Feels every day
Feels every day

I think I′m special ‘cause I cut myself wide open
As if it′s honorable to bleed
But I’m not lucky, and I know I wasn’t chosen
The world keeps spinning without me
I told my mother I would die by twenty-seven
And in a way, I sort of did

This thing I love has grown demanding and obsessive
And it wants more than I can give, than I can give
Than I can give
Than I can give

Well, I′m the only girl alive in L.A. County
I′ve never known a day of peace
I wake up every day and wish that I was different
I look around and it’s just me
(It′s just me)

(It’s just me)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
(Ooh, ayy)
(Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, yeah-yeah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
I′m the only one, the only one, it’s me