Grady

Hollywood Tower
Coping with addiction at my own speed We're 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 Beachwood bubble No more pretty girls with narcotic troubles I still think about you and I cry At your house reciting all your lines I prescribed the pills and they're still hard to swallow Seeing Hollywood Tower's sort of hard now From Letras Mania