Vinewood

(Verse 1)

I’m staring at the screen until my eyes go numb

Waiting for the feeling or the fix to come

Everyone’s a brand and everyone’s a ghost

Trading in their soul for a Friday post

I walked down Vine and I didn’t feel a thing

Just a million people waiting in the wing

With a script in their pocket that they’ll never read

And a hunger for a life that they don’t even need.

(Pre-Chorus)

The palm trees look like they’re made of lead

I can’t remember anything I’ve said

But the camera’s on and the light is green

So I’m playing my part in the middle of the scene.

(Chorus)

Give me the crown made of digital glass

I’m watching the best of my summers pass

In a city that loves you until you’re old

Then leaves you out shaking in the desert cold

I’m a Hollywood baby, I’m the product on the shelf

I’m a hundred miles away from my actual self

So turn up the static and blow out the speakers

I’m running out of breath in my brand new sneakers.

(Verse 2)

There’s a party in the hills but I’m staying in the car

Thinking ‘bout the distance between a fire and a star

One of them is burning, the other’s already dead

But they both look the same from the pillow in my bed

I’m curated, updated, and losing my grip

I’m the captain of a very expensive ship

That’s sinking in the harbor while the band plays on

I’ll be a local legend by the time I’m gone.

(Bridge)

Is it loud enough yet?

Do you see me now?

I’m standing on the edge, do I take a bow?

Everybody’s watching but nobody’s looking!

Everybody’s talking but nobody’s listening!

(Outro)

Just keep the motor running.

Don't look at the check.

I’m a Hollywood baby.

I’m a beautiful