Lyrics.
me: *sing the first line of Lana's Cola*
him: wow, is that true?
me: really? when i sing I Wish You Would, i don't mean that i really wanna turn back on time just to tell my ex to pick up the phone so we wouldn't say goodbye.
him: ok, you need to calm down.
me: do you even know which one is I wish You Would i mentioned?
him: c'mon, it's 1989 Taylor's, how could i not know, your boy loves her so much and make you being brainwashed.
me: everyone inject me, even you with your John Mayer and Alex Turner addictie, and your brother with his Radiohead and Cigarette After Sex addictie. And that's why i couldn't sleep because so many lyrics in my head to think.
him: then stop thinking about it.
me: i even made by ideas.
him: wow, that's so.... true.
me: even you're in love with the idea of me, not with me.
him:...
me: ok, i need to calm down.
him: yes, before you inject my thoughts further with your lamentation of being injected.
