You make a scene, like you always do. Going up stream, down the avenue. To fuck some trophy boy. That you'll win tonight at the bar. . So bad, so far.
They watch the sky with paper eyes. Where animals are thin. I feel empty with your tragedy. So fill me up till I'm dead. . Sunken eyes. And its all inside your head.
A small town girl with big time dreams. But nothing's ever as it seems. A mother waves her girl goodbye. Then slowly hangs her head and cries. . Hollywood hills and the big city lights.