Self-Righteous Hollywood

For far too long I was too weak to think on my own.

The weed had spread too far from the seeds we had sown.

It looked pretty at first even though we knew it was wrong.

Like paper boats floating together it was just stringing along.

And we never mean to drag those hearts right through the dirt.

I keep on carrying on in spite of the ones I heal and the ones I hurt.

I even fool myself into thinking I've got it so good.

A cheap yet sweet taste of self-righteous Hollywood.

Though I hope you'd forgive me for a good, if undone trife.

You can't be blamed for pouring it down the drain of your life.

Next I see you I hope you find whatever it is you seek.

That sweet nectar of perfection with a hint of mystique.

So once more I apologize for bringing about nothing nice.

For clouding your bluest eyes with illusions of sugar and spice.

We both know it's never really your fault.

But I know enough to take the heat with a grain of salt.