Hollywood

Whoa
 Whoa
 I hate this bar, I hate this town
 I always find you in this crowd
 Whiskey double ginger back
 Numb me up before I crack
 The day's been just a losing fight
 I'm drunk in Hollywood tonight
 You got me in the palm of your hands
 And maybe I will lose who I am
 'Cause they're only hanging on by a string
 You ain't ready to cut me free
 Got me in the palm of your hands
 Whoa
 Whoa
 Baby all your words they kill
 And I've run out of all these pills
 I'm getting thinner, getting tired
 I give an inch, you take a mile
 And I can't keep going back and forth
 Real love ain't no swinging door
 You got me in the palm of your hands
 And maybe I will lose who I am
 'Cause they're only hanging on by a string
 You ain't ready to cut me free
 Got me in the palm of your hands
 Whoa
 Whoa
 Whoa
 Whoa
 You shot this plane it's going down
 I hate this bar, I hate this town