||[Sep. 16th, 2004|10:37 pm]
|||||Rilo Kiley (obviously)||]|
If you think i'm paranoid, that's fine. because i've got evidence on my side.
If you wanna come over tonight, that's fine, because i have no plans.
Please be kind, don't drop the rock on me.
We both know it's dead, and it's been dyin' for sometime, but we refuse to let it go.
Don't go outside and discover that you like being free.
Cuz if you did, you'd be droppin' the rock on me.
They make me sick, you make me sicker.
I want to please you, so i go get with them.
I should find someone better for me, but mom says we're born this way.
Everytime i go to your house, you just shit on my face.