We were golden-hour lovers on a borrowed shine,
Two extras in a movie that we called our life.
You kissed me in the shadows of the Hollywood sign,
Said, “Baby, someday we’ll be real,” like it wasn’t a lie.
But the palm trees never cared, and the billboards never blinked—
We were perfect on the surface, only cracking underneath.
’Cause in L.A., even heartbreak glows,
Studio lights on the highs and lows.
We smiled like stars with our worlds undone—
Yeah, the camera lies, but it sure loves us.
And the truth gets soft when the sky turns dust…
’Cause even when we ended,
The sunset looked good on us.
You were always chasing something just outside the frame,
A dream with better lighting, a script without my name.
And I kept trying to fit into your perfect scene,
But every take we filmed felt more like make-believe.
Still the coastline kept on posing like we’d never fall apart—
The city held our outline long after we lost heart.
'Cause in L.A., even heartbreak glows,
Studio lights on the highs and lows.
We smiled like stars with our worlds undone—
Yeah, the camera lies, but it sure loves us.
And the truth gets soft when the sky turns dust…
’Cause even when we ended,
The sunset looked good on us.
Now I drive alone down Sunset where our credits should roll,
Your reflection on the glass is still a cameo.
And though the city feels romantic in that dying light,
I’ve learned that beauty’s just a filter when the timing’s right.
So I’ll fade into the background till I find myself again—
A quieter horizon, where the colors don’t pretend.
'Cause in L.A., even heartbreak glows,
Studio lights on the highs and lows.
We smiled like stars with our worlds undone—
Yeah, the camera lies, but it sure loves us.
And the truth gets soft when the sky turns dust…
Yeah, maybe we were ending,
But the sunset looked good on us.
Kaimanguy
