Lirieke: Grandaddy. Under The Western Freeway. A.m. 180.

Don't change your name, keep it the same
For fear I may lose you again
I know you won't, it's just that I am unorganized
And I want to find you when something good happens

If you come down we'll go to town
I haven't been there for years
But I'd be fine wasting our time
Not doing anything here
Just doing nothing

We'll sit for days talk about things
Important to us like whatever
We'll defuse bombs, walk marathons
And take on whatever together

Whatever together
Whatever together
Whatever together
Whatever together
Whatever together