Butch Walker Uncomfortably Numb Lyrics

Detox, detox, where are you?
You coulda saved me from a disaster
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 outta work coked up A&R guy

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

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

Written by: Butch Walker
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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