Can you remember me, strong like I pretend to be A twenty-year-old's fantasy of impressing you with songs But I got lost in bummer swells, noisy pops and MIDI bells And before I had the chance to yell I'm losing once again Four o'clock the waiting ends, F connecting to the M Waiting for a text to send, "are you finished with your mom?" Four o'clock the waiting ends, J connecting from the M Myrtle-Broadway once again, rising with the sun Sweet soft city light, always sad in summer time Sleeping off too many drinks, lying on the ground But he will never rise again, smiling to greet his friends And he will never turn around or come this way again Sweet soft city light, always sad in summer time Sleeping off too many drinks, lying on the ground But he will never rise again, smiling to greet his friends And he will never turn around or come this way again