Close the door and take the stairs.
Up or down? Ups and downs.
Don't pretend you've never been there.
You kissed me like an overdramatic actor who was starving for work,
with one last shot to make it happen.
You've won the role, you've played your part, you were cordially invited.
But I'm not impressed, and I'm definitely not excited.
'Cause the film runs a shallow budget, and the writer's subject script isn't any deeper.
So you dived right in
Hollywood hills and suburban thrills,
hey you, who are you kidding?
I'm not like them. I won't buy in.
Don't quit 'til 47.
Then we'll turn it up and we'll play a little faster.
Posted at 04:53 pm by indigogirl
