I like looking at the skyline 'cause
The sea of lights reminds me of
The rosy aspirations I'd daydream back home.
The expectations I built up,
The images I'd picture of
A life improved in every way.
I'd be cool as shit
With all my art school friends
After we'd cuffed our jeans
And talked about Bushwick
While spending too much money,
We met at a party.
It's too cold to walk to Manhattan, tough luck.
All I wanna do is rip a sick-ass gig again.
So you got everything you thought you wanted
But you still feel like a hull
Of the kid who dreamed of city livin' and
Hoped everybody'd think you're cool.
I'm running out of things to say.
Feels like I haven't slept in days,
Because I haven't slept in days.
Fresh towels and applesauce.
If you're good we'll let you play god
And never have to work a day.
Every week's idyllic, can't complain!
I'm sorry if I missed your call
I swear it's nothing personal
I think I just got in over my head, maybe.
I'm sorry if I missed your call,
I swear it's nothing personal,
I think I just got in over my head.