Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Simon Armstrong
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Simon Armstrong
Songwriter
Michael Blasky
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Simon Armstrong
Producer
Michael Blasky
Producer
Jake Aron
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
M Train to Central Ave
Effacing tears my first night out
She ran upstairs to smoke, sat on the ledge
And watched the sunrise off the rooftops of Bushwick
To my tin cup at a paved down park
Begging her for scraps as they rot
I'll fake it till I'm someone you want
I'll fake it till you stop saying you were never in love
Guess I'll pack my bag
My only one
The one with holes and headphones falling out the bottom
She said there's no
Reason to rush
But why would I ever stay for just anyone?
So I spoke to my friend back home
20 drinks she wore like an award
He said I always put myself in front everyone else
And it cut me down to the god damn bone
Like when I lie awake at night
Stare at my fear of death in the eye
I've never won that fight
And I don't know what else to try
Guess I'll pack my bag
My only one
The one with holes and headphones falling out the bottom
She said there's no
Reason to rush
But when have I ever stayed for anyone?
Yeah I think I'll go
To the waterfront
And search for answers until I find a drum
And I'll sing my song
Till my lung's undone
And maybe by then I'll finally have a hunch
Written by: Michael Armstrong, Michael Blasky