DallonWeekes: you're a sexy painting!

BrendonUrie: but I'm like the male version of the Mona Lisa

DallonWeekes: whoOoOoOaAaAa MONA LIIISA

BrendonUrie: calm down

DallonWeekes: YOu'Re gArUNteEd tO rUn ThiS tOwN

DallonWeekes: whoOoOoOaAaAa MONA LIIIIIIISA

BrendonUrie: clam yourself child

DallonWeekes: I'D pAy To SeE YOu FrOWn!!!!!!!!!!!!

BrendonUrie: you done?

DallonWeekes: yeah

DallonWeekes: yeah I'm done

BrendonUrie: well I was actually gonna message you because well I need help writing some music. I'm having writers block.

DallonWeekes: you should totally write a song about Mona Lisa

BrendonUrie: ya know I was actually thinking about that

DallonWeekes: really?

BrendonUrie: no!

BrendonUrie: what am I going to write about Mona Lisa?

DallonWeekes: don't worry babe I've got ideas

BrendonUrie: about Mona Lisa?

DallonWeekes: yeah!

BrendonUrie: hold on I think I have a different friend who can help

DallonWeekes: no let me halp!

BrendonUrie: okay just tell me the beginning and I'll see if I wanna use it

DallonWeekes: She paints her fingers with a close precision. He starts to notice empty bottles of gin and takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for.

BrendonUrie: hmmmm come up with more lyrics

DallonWeekes: A lonely speaker in a conversation. Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for.

BrendonUrie: say what you mean. Tell me I'm right. And let the sun rain down on me. Give me a sign. I want to believe.

DallonWeekes: whoOoOoOaAaAa MONA LIIISA YOu'Re gArUNteEd tO rUn ThiS tOwN. whoOoOaAaAa MONA LIIIIIIISA I'D pAy To SeE YOu FrOWn!!!!!!!!!!

BrendonUrie: maybe I do like this Mona Lisa song.

BrendonUrie: come home so you can help me write the music for it.

DallonWeekes: okay I'll be home soon.