Hollywood Tower

Coping with addiction
At my own speed
Was 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 beach wood bubble
No more pretty girls with narcotic troubles
I still think about you in the car
At your house reciting all your lines
I prescribed the pills
And they're still hard to swallow
Seeing Hollywood tower is sorta hard now