I'm driving 'round in Hollywood
I can only think 'bout you
Everlasting pain and it weighs on my body, it's you
Did I lose it all?
Did I fuck it up?
Are my friends really friends now?
Or are they far gone?
On the drive to the bar, took 'em all 'cause I'm
Thinking 'bout you

Fucked up, I just wanna break glass
Phone calls, I just wanna talk back
Yeah, big attitude just like a big stack
Braindead for days, am I gonna relax?

I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna smile, no, no
Got a couple problems
I don't wanna compromise, no, no
Yeah

I'm driving 'round in Hollywood
I can only think 'bout you (think 'bout, think 'bout)
Everlasting pain and it weighs on my brain, like you
Did I lose it all?
Did I fuck it up?
Are my friends really friends now?
Are they all far gone?
On the drive to the bar, took 'em all 'cause I'm
Thinking 'bout you

Don't stop, I just wanna go fast
No sleep, I don't wanna relax
Ten planes in five days
I been 'round the world and back again
Man I feel insane
I'm numb 'cause of the pain

No, I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna smile, no, no
Got a couple problems
I don't wanna compromise, no, no

I'm driving 'round in Hollywood
I can only think 'bout you, ooh
Everlasting pain and it weighs on my body, it's you
Ooh
Did I fuck it up?
Are my friends really friends now?
Are they all far gone?
On the drive to the bar
Took 'em all 'cause I'm thinking 'bout you

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Writer(s): Alexander Cook, Charlotte Aitchison