in new york, we milly rock
dance close enough to smell
each other, far enough
to never touch,
i have my own funny
stories about us,
our party tricks
and burning soul,
we need jesus, don't we?
but oh, what lies we tell
we both know this life will kill
us before anything (or anyone) else
but i'm back in brooklyn,
caught up, dress to impress
pop up, car skid
you loose your mind
we move away from brooklyn,
now we live on the face of the sun
we are not lovers
we just scream at each other not
to switch sides,
without commitment, we are
nothing, we need moderation,
nowadays,
i try to wash you out
of my mind
spoiler alert: i can't
i'm still stuck on those days
back in new york
when we milly rocked