Manhattan

If the first word counts
I don't want it to
You said, "Good luck with it"
And "I believe in you"

Down from Grand Central
You said good words there
But I shut down like Skepta
I just held my hand
She waved at me
And she waved at me

I get doomy at nighttime
So I have to choose what I do before then
Otherwise, I sit and end up panicking
Once I woke up with both my legs wet

What could he have done after The Bachelor, well
Lupercalia was my least favourite album
And at the airport, I blacked out
I blacked out
I blacked out
I blacked out

Took all I had to the end of the pier
On the East River
And smoked until my hands turned pink
Just like the pig on the Bonus bags
Just like your coat
Just like your trainers, I

I walked back to Huron Street
It was colder than usual
The ground was still covered in snow
I asked if you were looking forward to fucking Alois
You stared at the fridge, then you said that you didn't know

We took a train to the Lower East Side
To buy some socks from Uniqlo
You went into Sephora to choose what color to make your face
And I smoked boons in the sun glow

Well, homeless people asked when we were having the wedding
Said she's a progressive woman and I'm too lucky to have her
I kinda have four dollars, I just got out of prison
It's my sixty-second birthday, we go out for some drinks
And it's my sixty-second birthday
And call your first son Jason
And we got drunk by the East River, where you asked me to marry you
You twisted your foot in the snow
And so I carried you back to the apartment
We laid out on the bed, you said, "I love you"
You woke me up and we fucked again

Again

Again

Well, good holidays
Are for good boys
But I guess
I wasn't good enough
For