I have a love for New York City,
The streets are too crowded, my pictures never turned out pretty.
With every one moving so fast day to day,
No one cares what you do. No one cares what you say.
I have a love for New York City
And a troubling romance for the vodka I carried with me.
I woke up at midnight and I walked there all alone.
I always hated it there but I couldn’t go home.
With a stomach full of liquor and 50 dollars in my pocket,
I stared at a Ripley’s Believe it or Not! Mirror wondering if I’d lost it.
I have a love for New York City.
A love I visit when I’m lost, not a love I carry with me.