I don't need anyone cause I've got my stupid stuff
but maybe I think too much about street signs and parking lots.
I never read the words. I just look for the shape.
I got no attention span. Thrown off by shiny things.
Same routes and restaurants, I got a place of my own.
I try to hide away but the traffic runs by day and night.
I found myself wondering.
Do I really want the part?
I'm ashamed to admit it.
I've lost my bearings. Won't you help me?
I couldn't see it, or I didn't notice a changing line-up comes.
The big productions. Elaborate costumes. Somehow they sink in.
But I found myself wondering. Do I really want the part?
Do I really need to show them all?
Do I relaly want it, what they got?
Do I really need to prove I can?
Do I really want to carry on?
I don't need anyone cause I'm sure I got enough
and maybe I think too much about street signs and parking lots.
I won't even read the words, 'cause I've seen the ugly shapes.
How close is Hollywood to some place I want to die for?
I found myself wondering...
