Detox, detox, where are you?
You could've saved me from a disaster
What with all these cell phone numbers
It's gonna be weeks cleaning off my dresser

I love it
I hate it
I can't live without it
I love it
I hate it, baby...

The first time's the worst time
Then you become so uncomfortably numb
That you can't hide the fake smile,
Stare into space with a look on your face that says:
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
So blind I can't see
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
Gotta get Los Angeles outta me

Sober, sober, send yourself over
I did it again last night
I wasted a good conversation 'bout music and god
On an out-of-work coked-up A&R guy

I love her
I hate her
I can't live without her
I love her
I hate her, baby...

The first time's the worst time
Then you become so uncomfortably numb
That you can't hide the fake smile,
Stare into space with a look on your face that says:
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
So blind I can't see
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
Gotta get Los Angeles outta me

(I love her baby yeah)

The first time's the worst time
Then you become so uncomfortably numb
That you can't hide the fake smile,
Stare into space with a look on your face that says:
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
So blind I can't see
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
Gotta get Los Angeles outta me

Sober, sober, send yourself over
I did it again last night
(I love her baby yeah)