Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd

Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Mosaic ceilings, painted tiles on the wall

I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul

Handmade beauty, sealed up by two man-made walls

And I'm like, when's it gonna be my turn?

When's it gonna be my turn?

Open me up, tell me you like it

Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself

There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

There's a girl who sings "Hotel California"

Not because she loves the notes or sounds that sound like florida

It's because she's in a world, preserved, only a few have found the door

It's like Camarillo, only silver mirrors, running down the corridor

Oh, man, when it's gonna be my turn?

Don't forget me

When's it gonna be my turn?

Open me up, tell me you like me

Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself

There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Don't forget me

There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Harry Nilsson has a song, his voice breaks at 2:05

Something about the way he says "Don't forget me" makes me feel like

I just wish I had a friend like him, someone to give me five

Leanin' in my back, whisperin' in my ear, "Come on, baby, you can thrive"

But I can't

When's it gonna be my turn?

Don't forget me

When's it gonna be my turn?

Open me up, tell me you like it

Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself

There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Don't forget me

Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Don't forget me

Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Don't forget me

Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Yeah, oh

Don't forget me (don't forget me, yeah)

No, no, no, don't forget me

Don't you, don't you forget me

No

Oh