hollywood

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 day's 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 they're only hanging on by a string, you ain't ready to cut me free, got me in the palm of your hands, baby, all your words, they kill, and i've run out of all these pills, i'm getting thinner, getting tired, i give an inch, you take a mile, and i can't keep going back and forth, real love ain't no swingin' door, you got me in the palm of your hands, and maybe i will lose who i am, 'cause they're only hanging on by a string, you ain't ready to cut me free, got me in the palm of your hands, you shot this plane, it's goin' down, i hate this bar, i hate this town