Hollywood

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I hate this bar, I hate this town
I always find you in this crowd
Whiskey double, ginger back
Numb me up before I crack
The days been just a losing fight
Drunk in Hollywood tonight
You got me in the palm of your hands
And maybe I will lose who I am
Cause theyre only hanging on by a string
You aint ready to cut me free
Got me in the palm of your hands
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Baby, all your words, they kill
And Ive run out of all these pills
Im getting thinner, getting tired
I give an inch, you take a mile
And I cant keep going back and forth
Real love aint no swingin door
You got me in the palm of your hands
And maybe I will lose who I am
Cause theyre only hanging on by a string
You aint ready to cut me free
Got me in the palm of your hands
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
You shot this plane, its goin down
I hate this bar, I hate this town