When I look at you I see a whole world of opportunity.
In your eyes, they aren’t green like you want them to be,
I see colors that far outweigh your brown, and I don’t care
that you feel like I’m always pushing too hard.

A boy took me out tonight.
He wants to see me again.
But all I see in beginnings are ends,
like the way the ends of your hair cover your eyes
when you’re trying to light a cigarette.

Listen up, I don’t mean to sound harsh but you
took your pillows from my bed and I don’t care anymore,
you only live next door, you have a lover on your floor.
And I, I went out tonight.

He paid for my cab.
He paid for my dinner.
He paid for my dinner.

What am I supposed to say? You never come on time anyway.
You were all smoke and no fire; I am all love and no desire.
What do I mean? I am all… I am all over the place,
I don’t mean to scare you away.
I am all over the place, you; you don’t move.

What do I owe you? Why are you over me?
I didn’t know the sun could burn so cold in California.
This isn’t California.

New York will empty you and everything you love
will move like water away from you.
New York, I love you, but you’re turning me inside-out.
New York, I love you, but you’re turning me into a fool.
New York, I love you, I love you, I love you.
New York, I love you, I love you, I love you.

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