Hollywood Tower

Coping with addiction at my own speed

We're so different

I'm a talker and you listen while I weep

You're so understanding

With a heart grown out of candy

I won't ask you to wait around for me

But maybe if we met another time

You would still be here to say goodnight

Maybe we'd be happy in our Beachwood bubble

No more pretty girls with narcotic troubles

I still think about you and I cry

At your house reciting all your lines

I prescribed the pills and they're still hard to swallow

Seeing Hollywood Tower's sort of hard now