Someone put a helmet on me, because I'm acting like a retard and I have these daffy tenancies that have to be worked out with me. When you were in my head - which you weren't I won't admit that... Oh god, I just admitted that, didn't I? Now I look like an asshole. I will be whoever you want me to be, I want to be your dog, I'll be your fucking dog. I want to be your friend, your fake, little brother friend. I am propelled by love, but I am not flying. I'm being hurled above. It's just a matter of time before I hit the floor. Where the fuck is my love life? Where is my ivory isle? I've never been so high, but I am not flying. I'm falling with style. So I busted out my moves, God knows I'm smooth, because he doesn't see these tendencies that have to be worked out with me. I'm not in love. I can't fly. I am just a toy.