You act like it's funny but its not.
If we're just shadowboxing
Why am I rocked with every shot.
You taken everything I got,
But you just keep on swinging until the light starts dimming.
Pour me another then I'm yours.
Or wait an hour or two
And lift me of the floor.
Then I'm easy to ignore.
You can keep it buried.
I'll wipe it from my memory.
We'll wait for Hollywood
Where we won't be misunderstood.
We'll buy a place on Mulholland Drive.
We'll stroll the walk of fame
And search for,Brando's name.
We'll be so happy we arrived.
We've lived many lifetimes for our years.
Now when I'm looking back
There's only souvenirs.
Not a memory to hold dear.
But you can often twist it.
If nothing your persistent.
Can't clear the chaos in our wake,
No conscience left to spare,
No more rules to break,
Or soul we can't forsake.
I'm sure with exception
Its either you or bedlam.
We'll wait for Hollywood
Where we won't be misunderstood.
We'll buy a place on Mulholland Drive.
We'll stroll the walk of fame
And search for,Brando's name.
We'll be so happy we arrived
