Act II Begins

Now I feel like Dennis Reynolds
I can't fill up my god hole
When they leave me unanswered
I go search for more
I'm chasing highs but finding the lowest of lows
But nothing can stop me
On my quest for warmth

Superstar in your big coat
Nothing on but your spots
Empty till your number starts
Go on take another shot
Not too much you're almost on
You live for the applause
From an audience of one

I'm rotting to the core
I'm always fucking bored

Can't seem to fight it
Something inside me
Wants something ugly
Wants to be loved by
Someone who hears me
Who won't try to fix me

The show is fun until the curtains close
And I sit with all these choices that have left me worse off
Out back we smoke and bluff
I don't buy a word you say even when I'm drunk

No one knows I've been fucking up
Truth is I don't think I'm done
No one knows I've been fucking up
Truth is I don't think I'm done



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Langley
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