Let you wonder
How I met this go under
How I been watching rain
For so long and hear no thunder

And we led all our Hollywood dreams in an Impala
How I might never see you again
I hate when summer ends

And it always would
And you'd always be disappointed
'Cause you're insecure
Chasing things you thought you wanted

Like you thought you could
Just get held away from
And Hollywood is home now
It's just a house that is haunted
We're I'll spend all my time
Thinking