Pictures on the white walls Black mold on the ceiling There's a man 'cross the street who looks in at me And when you call in the evening There's an old light lingering around everything Wanted to tell you something small and stupid But I couldn't remember when I saw your face As I rounded the corner, it smelled like piss and garbage Fifth and Avenue A Don't wanna get used to how it feels to hold you Wanna lose the desire to hold anything at all As the crosswalk counts down Flashing orange in the rain Crossing over canal Well, I better get home, I've got work to do But I don't have to do it if you wanna come too 'Cause I get so tired, always running around Keeping track of the time And I wanna slip into that fragile plane Where I exist without a body or name And you meet me there For a moment, before we return to my room With pictures on the white walls And black mold on the ceiling And an old light lingering around everything