Airports linesI wish it was summertime
But it's Sunday night
And flight five-five-seven's arrived
She tells me she's filled buildings with history on 22nd Streetshe's
not invisible
My head aches
Echo park turns to silver lake
Where Millie's diner is closed today
I like the taste of chocolate cake
I close my eyes and I masterbate
I close the door because I'm afraid he'll see me
I'm bored
She thinks of big blue whales while she's biting her fingernails
She writes plays I read paperbacks
They've just begun 3D picnics, electric sun
I don't care where you're coming from
He's up there on the 8th floor and he's falling from the speakers and his head
has smashed to the ground
And everytime you leave me call to love you I gotta go just watch me drown
And to somedays dry
We're going to Ransburg
It's hotter than hell there
We're invisible, and we're bullet-proof
We're invisible, and we're bullet-proof