Lyrics

I smell bud in the hallway I can't be myself when you are away It's okay, we'll do it your way If I can sleep here I can sleep anywhere New York slums have pulled me into the flux The kids that smoke me up, they're all actors for a buck They don't give a fuck And I'm rushing down the staircase To the lobby of the George Washington Hotel This is my hell East Third Avenue, what's it to you? I burned those papers you needed, you know better than me (I wish that I was skinny, then I wouldn't need to be cool) (And maybe you would need me more than I need you) I slipped on the black ice, your black eyes (I wish that I was sickly skinny) Your sharp teeth you sank deep You know I can't meet you, you're not real here I see things no one sees I pictured draining the blood from your heart