Don’t really like the way that u imply
Everyone who listens to my band’s tryna sleep with me
Don’t u believe in me
Don’t u believe
That I make something special when I sing?
Or is it nothing
For nobody
No baby don’t think I’ll be satisfied
With always being just yr life’s missing link
I thought that what we had was bonafide
But it’s been tearing apart at the seams
think I should start smoking cigarettes
so I look more distant and so inaccessible
but it’s a depressing kinda distance
so u know I’m performatively miserable
what’s that? u want us to look like we’re not sad?
and every fucking song I write for good I’m glad’s a eulogy of what we thought that we could be
I killed my own Hollywood
To think I thought I could stay if I wanted tonight
Choke u down like medicine
And turn out the lights
We’re just running faster through the same disaster as before
As before
Baby
I killed my own Hollywood
maybe it’s time I walk out the door
Sixteen miles from the surface, baby
I could keep it up but I don’t think it’s worth it, baby
know what I did to deserve this, baby
don’t think, just act, just work it, baby
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