"Hey! I can smell the cut grass."
"You know how when September rolls around and the weather picks up and people start cutting their lawns and the smell of the cut grass floats into your house and takes you right back to summers in your youth and you go get your guitar and sit on your bed with the window open and the cut grass smell still floating in and you get that little rush in your chest and you write a song about all of it? Me too. That's 'Roll Ur Eyes'. Little side note: you have no idea how much time was spent labouring over whether we should stylise the title 'Roll Your Eyes' or 'Roll Ur Eyes'. 'Roll Ur Eyes won', obviously, but I can't remember why."
"Hey! I can smell the cut grass." "You know how when September rolls around and the weather picks up and people start cutting their lawns and the smell of the cut grass floats into your house and takes you right back to summers in your youth and you go get your guitar and sit on your bed with the window open and the cut grass smell still floating in and you get that little rush in your chest and you write a song about all of it? Me too. That's 'Roll Ur Eyes'. Little side note: you have no idea how much time was spent labouring over whether we should stylise the title 'Roll Your Eyes' or 'Roll Ur Eyes'. 'Roll Ur Eyes won', obviously, but I can't remember why."