Letras
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 in the car
At your house reciting all your lines
I prescribe the pills and they're still hard to swallow
Seeing Hollywood towers sort of hard now