End Of A Hollywood Bedtime Story

It’s so very sad that I prefer to sleep in a Hollywood bed
And it’s so very sad that I prefer a love so miserably led
Well, what did you want?
Would you rather this in a different font? I don’t know
I’m happy to say that I am forever changing my ways
For there is nothing else to spill except a demi-format bottle of pills
Well, what did you want?
Would you rather this in a different font? Oh, no, no
Is this the end? Has our time come and gone?
It’s like every book we’ve read and every film we saw
La, la, la, la, la
If this is how our world must fall apart
No sewing kits to mend our broken hearts
Clearly there’s no point in this pretense
Still we’re left to find out how it ends
How will it end? Is this the end?