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