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.