Old Hollywood
I don't really mind if I get lost in myself
How long have I been waiting
I see the future melting in my tumbler glass
The hour's past, I'm fading
All is quiet on the set
Time for pretending that I'm someone else
Cause I can't decide on who I am myself
Who am I supposed to be
Ever gonna chew the scene
Last chance for callbacks, now just humor me
Direct the eye to the following
Abby Singer calling me
Bright lights come claim
Fifteen of fame
Do you really want to know what's calling
You down to the boulevard wasting time
Do you really want stay in limbo cause you've read the script
But you've got no lines
Last call I could hear the hip bartender say
Be on your way, I'm reeling
I think I'll catch a greyhound to the Frisco Bay
And wash away the feeling
Was I really wanting fame
Someone to recognize and call my name
Collect the accolades to ease my pain
Leave a little legacy
Doesn't really matter now
Everything is plastic in this tinseltown
I never thought I'd be wallowing
In the choice to finally leave
Bright lights come claim
Fifteen of fame
Do you really want to know what's calling
You down to the boulevard wasting time
Do you really want stay in limbo cause you've read the script
But you've got no lines
Trembling earth, the sky's on fire
It's no wonder that I had to leave
I've got to leave
I'm leaving Hollywood, Hollywood's no good
I'm leaving Hollywood, Hollywood's no good
I'm gonna take it to the Frisco Bay
Gonna wash it all away
How long have I been waiting
I see the future melting in my tumbler glass
The hour's past, I'm fading
All is quiet on the set
Time for pretending that I'm someone else
Cause I can't decide on who I am myself
Who am I supposed to be
Ever gonna chew the scene
Last chance for callbacks, now just humor me
Direct the eye to the following
Abby Singer calling me
Bright lights come claim
Fifteen of fame
Do you really want to know what's calling
You down to the boulevard wasting time
Do you really want stay in limbo cause you've read the script
But you've got no lines
Last call I could hear the hip bartender say
Be on your way, I'm reeling
I think I'll catch a greyhound to the Frisco Bay
And wash away the feeling
Was I really wanting fame
Someone to recognize and call my name
Collect the accolades to ease my pain
Leave a little legacy
Doesn't really matter now
Everything is plastic in this tinseltown
I never thought I'd be wallowing
In the choice to finally leave
Bright lights come claim
Fifteen of fame
Do you really want to know what's calling
You down to the boulevard wasting time
Do you really want stay in limbo cause you've read the script
But you've got no lines
Trembling earth, the sky's on fire
It's no wonder that I had to leave
I've got to leave
I'm leaving Hollywood, Hollywood's no good
I'm leaving Hollywood, Hollywood's no good
I'm gonna take it to the Frisco Bay
Gonna wash it all away
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Writer(s): Zac Snyder
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