Lingering

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