Over on the corner of Sunset and Doheny
Up the stairs at On The Rox, that's just where she left me
Waiting, waiting
So she could get high (high, high, high, high)
She doesn't do it often, only every weekend
Sometimes on a Tuesday, she don't really feel like
Sleeping, sleeping
Through the night (high, high, high, high)

Spending all my money just to make you feel pretty
The sky ran out of stars, they're all living in the city
Don't wanna be nameless for life, you wanna be famous? That's fine
Spending all my money just to make you feel pretty

You sound like you're from London, I know you're from Ohio
What have I been drinking? And what the fuck do I know?
Lately, lately
I'm out of my mind (high, high, high, high)
Oh, I could use a Xanax, maybe that'll fix this
She's like an addiction, something I ain't kickin'
Easy, easy
Am I wasting my time? (High, high, high, high)

Spending all my money just to make you feel pretty
The sky ran out of stars, they're all living in the city
Don't wanna be nameless for life, you wanna be famous? That's fine
Spending all my money just to make you feel pretty

Oh my God, my life is such a mess
Oh my God, I think that I need some rest

She moved in my apartment, now I don't sleep often
Drinking this concoction, have I really lost it?
Maybe, maybe
I'm out of my mind

Spending all my money just to make you feel pretty
The sky ran out of stars, they're all living in the city
Don't wanna be nameless for life, you wanna be famous? That's fine
Spending all my money just to make you feel pretty

Don't wanna be nameless for life, you wanna be famous? That's fine
I'm spending all my money just to make you feel pretty

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Writer(s): Christian A. Medice, Denis Michael Lipari, Mitchell Anthony Collins