Mid-city Songtext

it's pride that makes you fake shit,
call me if you make it.
if there's a bar then lower it, dear
cuz even east LA is west of here,
i should have left you sooner
but there would have been no fear
to deny, when the time was right.
tell me what you want from me
and i can sell you what i used to need.
wonder how your health will fade
and pull me in to ask if i still feel
courageous.
i'm almost out of space here,
cannot tell the girls from the wait staff.