Me, Myself And Hollywood

And do you feel like talking?
I'm an open book
And if you feel like walking
I guess we drunk enough
To die, to sink a ship
Our lips too dry to kiss
I'm clinging onto silhouettes of you, of you

But it's me, myself and Hollywood
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Me, myself and Hollywood
Just me, me
And it's me, myself and Hollywood
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Me, it's just me

And do you feel like talking?
From across the room
In the English language
You know I can't find you
Tonight the truth will slip
This drink too strong too sip
I'm holding onto memories of you, of you

But it's me, myself and Hollywood
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Me, myself and Hollywood
Just me, me
And it's me, myself and Hollywood
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Me, it's just me

Have I been sad like I thought I would?
And have I been bad? Or have I been good?
In Hollywood, in Hollywood

But it's me, myself and Hollywood
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Me, myself and Hollywood
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Me, myself and Hollywood
Me, myself and Hollywood