Text: Rilo Kiley. 85.

I'm just of real sad folk and
'85 was our best year and
She says it gets much worse 'fore
It gets any better

So i take it with a grain of salt
For the other means i
Wonder why it doesn't keep her
Up at night night
Like it does me.

We talk the way you do and
I have a sweet or two for
My only plus you say they're
Gettin' bigger everyday

So i take it with a grain of salt
For the other means i
Wonder why it doesn't keep him
Up at night night
Like it does me.

I'll be in your car
I locked the keys in your car
I'll be in your car
For now

You wanna fool around, i ask
I get a sour reply
From the other wheel that always
Rises to the occasion

So i take it with a grain of salt
For the other means i
Wonder why it doesn't keep you
Up at night night

I'll be in your car
I locked the keys in your car
I'll be in your car
For now

I've been a mess for some time
Now i get what i deserve
For someone who leaves behind a
Life i can't do better

So i take it with a grain of salt
For the other means i
Wonder why it doesn't keep you
Up at night
Up at night
Up at night
Up at night
Like it does me