now i'm tongue-tied 'til we're wandering outside, you're asking me the last time that i saw the stars from new york city

a wish on birthday candles is the only secret i'm keeping, cosmically confirmed in angel numbers that i'm seeing on the train back home to you

and you will do the same

stay up all night, so i could binge a couple seasons

that's where you want me to be

all of my urgency now dissipated, as i watch your mouth move, speaking, concentrated

uh-oh, it's all in the context

i bet your shoulder's tired

i scrolled for a couple hours past my ex and baby showers

and maybe i should work a little harder, but i know just what i started

spent the better half of 22 on you and i regret it

(this is gonna be a bit...rough)

i don't usually take a long way home, but i'd rather walk with you than walk alone, falling for you one step at a time

twenty questions, on the couch

just shy at surface, close to what i need

been a week now since we went out, and the mess is still on the floor

one look at you and i'm like everybody else who's staring

nice and simple, you feel familiar, like friday night

but i wonder, if you poured another drink, would i know what to do?

but we're still spinning like a broken record, and the shards, they never come for you

i spent my last paycheck buying this ticket, got drunk at the airport bar, i'll see you in a minute

know what you are, babe, can you see right through me too?

three months to miss me

you think that i'd learn my lesson, 'cause you never wanna see me through

and when i wake up in the morning, know i'm better off alone, but you know just how to remind me of a time before the push and pull

heard you thought i came here with him, don't know why i even care about it

but we're still spinning like a broken record, and the shards, they never come for you

graduated college, now i wanna quit my day job

(maybe i'd be happy)

you can cry those crocodile tears, but you can't drown me out of your manhattan

i don't wanna go home

spent the better half of 22 on you and i regret it

(this is gonna be a bit...rough)

and your smile cuts through the quiet, and i can't hide it

you're thinking, can't stop thinking of me, though it's probably only what i tell myself

i like acclaim but i like the way you turn the city into a stage

i know it isn't good for me, but when i'm down and need a pick me up, pick me up, can you pick me up, pick me up

now midnight's over, i should probably run, but you say 'pretty girls just dance for fun'

if you never heard, i found someone new

well, you can shove those good intentions somewhere else instead (am i allowed to say that?)

i won't waste my time on being practical

matches burning, pouring kerosene

booked a one-way ticket to MIA

make me the only one who has you

but i learned so much from you

i'll key your car or steal your mom

oh, i'm swimming, sinking, oceans deep

i'm not the only one you wanted here in the crowd

say i'm okay, it's not true, can't keep waiting

booked a one-way ticket to MIA