…starting to wonder why we have to do this.
Every single time someone starts talking,
We get hauled in,
And I'd love to know what the hell is up with that.
Huang's disappeared again,
Presumably to do some work for the Feds, since that's technically what he is.
So we're dealing with Hendrix.
Wouldn't be so annoying if I didn't already know
That she's one of Liv's friends, one of mine,
And yet she's sitting here,
Asking me these questions about Liv, and
I'm annoyed with it, so
I give the answers I would, anyway.
That she's a good cop, and that when it's over, she goes home.
The truth however,
Is that the four of us, her and me, Munch and Fin…
We usually end up talking,
Sitting at a table across from each other,
But they don't need to know that.
They're not trying to figure out the squad.
Only me and Liv.
I hate this sometimes.
Hendrix tells the captain we're too close,
He'll split us up,
And it's a pain in the ass, 'cause
They all know damn well that it's always been the two of us.
They can't.
But they can, and I know it, and it scares me.
Don't know why.
But this latest stuff with Liv, and her brother, well…
It's causing more trouble than it should.
And I know they're asking Liv about me, but she'll say what I do,
Because it's the truth.
And I'd love to know
Why everyone always seems to think we're more than what we are?