i got nothing to prove what s up with you does it turn you on what it takes to come a sea of wounds is enough to cry about see you later in the l a city slum my baby carried by the sun my baby don t give two fucks about love is the lies made for good conversation i don t know my man but i shot him dead the leaves on the ground leave lines on the pavement if any these songs got enough to cry about pleasure to meet you in the l a city slum my baby buried in the sand my baby don t give two fucks about love is the lies made for good conversation oh my baby buried in the sand love is the lies made for good conversation i don t care what i don t know about i don t care what i don t know about i don t care what i don t know about i don t care what i don t know about love