NYC

One, two, three

Once in a while, I get out and I'm all over you

Walking about, tryna bask in repulsive perfumes

I should've figured by now how to get along

I wish I could've found out before I was gone

Hallowing memories remembered, but never just right

Hopping the gates at the train to get to the east side

I tried to call and fill you in

I couldn't find you all night

But I won't give in to the light

I should've figured by now how to get along

I wish I could've found out before I was gone

Once in a while, you will break

And start falling apart and you wait

And you're shocked

When the taste gets to bitter and brown

Then it's gone

Gone