Vinewood

(Verse 1)
I’m staring at the screen until my eyes go numb
Waiting for the feeling or the fix to come
Everyone’s a brand and everyone’s a ghost
Trading in their soul for a Friday post
I walked down Vine and I didn’t feel a thing
Just a million people waiting in the wing
With a script in their pocket that they’ll never read
And a hunger for a life that they don’t even need.
(Pre-Chorus)
The palm trees look like they’re made of lead
I can’t remember anything I’ve said
But the camera’s on and the light is green
So I’m playing my part in the middle of the scene.
(Chorus)
Give me the crown made of digital glass
I’m watching the best of my summers pass
In a city that loves you until you’re old
Then leaves you out shaking in the desert cold
I’m a Hollywood baby, I’m the product on the shelf
I’m a hundred miles away from my actual self
So turn up the static and blow out the speakers
I’m running out of breath in my brand new sneakers.
(Verse 2)
There’s a party in the hills but I’m staying in the car
Thinking ‘bout the distance between a fire and a star
One of them is burning, the other’s already dead
But they both look the same from the pillow in my bed
I’m curated, updated, and losing my grip
I’m the captain of a very expensive ship
That’s sinking in the harbor while the band plays on
I’ll be a local legend by the time I’m gone.
(Bridge)
Is it loud enough yet?
Do you see me now?
I’m standing on the edge, do I take a bow?
Everybody’s watching but nobody’s looking!
Everybody’s talking but nobody’s listening!
(Outro)
Just keep the motor running.
Don't look at the check.
I’m a Hollywood baby.
I’m a beautiful

Modern pop-punk, alt-rock vocals, crunchy distorted guitar power chords, trap-influenced drums, high-energy anthe