Texty: Sleater Kinney. One Beat. Hollywood Ending.

You stay until you're good and raw
Back and forth a little see-saw
Hoping that this ride will end
When it does you go again

Can't get that monster out of my mind
She's got my hair and she's got my eyes
She follows me wherever I go
Speaking for me and wearing my clothes

You hang until your hands are sore
Blistering you still want more
You think there's something here for you
Go out and buy yourself a clue

Can't get that monster out of my mind
She's got my hair and she's got my eyes
She follows me wherever I go
Speaking for me and wearing my clothes

In Hollywood where all the lights are low
And the truth is as rare and as the winter snow
She wanted a place arid as her soul
Where the only job was never to grow old

When the lights are shining will you see my skin?
Or just the shell that I'm packaged in
I've held my tongue and I've, I've hid my sores
If I'm less of myself will you love me more?

In Hollywood where all the lights are low lights
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
She wanted a place arid as her soul
Come on now let's go