You say you might die if you don't leave LA You know, I think you're not the first one to say that But I like how you said, in those tomes you texted The city is a diaspora onto itself Kira, I won't say cheer up But you're all I see, even in your black on black Climb down the jacaranda No matter what they tell you Don't entertain em, that's the danger So why pretend to love the sun? Don't totally know what you mean, but I caught your drift Why don't we run away the day we turn 18? Kira, I won't say cheer up But I've got a plan, I could tell it to you step by step