The Met

You know that feeling that you get Sharp sensation in your chest Some people call it longing But that doesn't capture it At the market down the block Or the museum on the weekend Bumping into people but the only person there Some days crowded spaces feel lonely Some days they feel ok Well I've been here before On velvet chaises And there's room for one more My eyes are glazing over Every single floor And nothing changes I'm still really fucking lonely at The Met Stuck in my head My belief used to be A man you'd meet out on the street Would turn into a partner and a careful father I'd drop my ticket and He'd pick it up as if to say I'll always find your things before you miss them Some days crowded spaces feel lonely Some days they feel ok Well I've been here before On velvet chaises And there's room for one more My eyes are glazing over Every single floor And nothing changes I'm still really fucking lonely at The Met Somehow always end up here again Well I've been here before On velvet chaises And there's room for one more My eyes are glazing over Every single floor And nothing changes I'm still really fucking lonely at The Met Somehow always end up here again Ahh Stuck in my head