di Stevens, R. Meyer, R. Meyer
HIGHLY SUSPECT
I wish that everyone I knew was dead
So that I’d never have to pick up the phone
I just wanna be naked
And masturbate all day at home
California dreamin’
Oh my heart just started screamin’
I think I want to be alive
I wish I lived on top of the sunset
Yeah, ‘cause Hollywood you know my type
I’ll get stoned all night with Lana
Half in and half out of the light