Texty:
Hello Hollywood

Do you feel the sweet, sweet heat beating down on you like a drum Well come on baby move your feet cause you'll be dancing when I'm done And I know forever

You're a sucker for a sweet talker Someone who'll cross the line Every time, no matter what Just to show you, you were right I'm a loser when it comes

Flip your hair like you always used to do Never talk to anybody unless they talk to you first And I've said everyone strives for what they can't have

My hands are all cut up from playing songs on this guitar The blisters on my fingers relating awful scars Sitting in classrooms you don't care about

It's coming early on my bed it seems, nothing like getting lost in those dreams It started with something and it happened so well, if I wanted nothing

This room is so empty now No furniture, nothing on these walls Nothing left for me to call this home Because I?ve been gone for a long time, and I?m

I?ve been better but it?s time to deliver Step up it another notch try to reconsider Believe it baby, surely feeling ready tonight Believe it baby,

One last drag and we'll go inside nicotine smears on a bitter cold night and we're bathed in the yellow, from the streetlight halo above my head He'

you came here so happily Then it made you lose your faith And that's what fucked with your sanity Say goodbye to your soul and say hello to your vanity Hollywood