wake up wanting to cut your ear off. the moons the only thing laughing at you for not being able to sleep. you're reminded of the eyes you've fell for. sway with them for a bit. drink red paint to ease the pain. cut it off. give it to some girl you just met. playing only the white notes on a piano. drink more paint. cut off the nose this time. give it some other girl you just met. read Tolstoy. to ease the pain.

scribbled into something that resembled a diary. Fell out of love all over again. Entered the chemist to better my inconveniences. Nursed my virginity until 24. Wanted to give myself something to talk about in my later ages that (maybe) wait for me.  How about the army, kid. Well what about it. Snowed for the second night in a row. Hair cut, days halved, love overfed, life dulled.

I have nothing to say to you, no poetry, no song with or without a melody.  I put my guitar away. Pulled away from the piano stool. No more lullabies to waltz's with your name etched in. No more finger picking in C for three days with your voice echoed through. Goodnight, or good morning, wherever I find you,
I think the days of you being my muse are over.

Sounds like New York,
That noise that comes out,
Out of her mouth,
Sounds like New York

You live across the bridge,
And we meet there each day,
I just need to say,
You sound like New York

We’ll shoot clay pigeons in the dark,
We’ll talk to John Henry,
We’ll watch Submarines,
We’ll share a bag of toffee

Sounds like New York,
Sounds like New York,
Sounds like New York,

She sounds like New York

If we're after UK Independence, we should give back what isn't ours .
don't tell me we're strong when we let our friends walk the streets our poorer ones die on . but life's a cycle, they'll be back soon , asking,
'do you think getting rid, would really help' . hell, sell a lie on a bus, promise of wealth , telling you it's true , 'these' are the ones that ruined you . 'we're an empire' . don't you feel cheated; i don't blame you . but you'd blame the poorer ones for cheating you .

the woman with thin circle glasses kept me warm. i'm not a good lover and what goes up, must come down. unless it just stays up. she said she was disappointed. i said i tried my best. she wants a divorce but said i can keep the bed. i have no use for a bed, you take it. you need somewhere to sleep. there's no one i could keep warm. the woman with thin circle glasses kept me warm

sounds like new york. that noise that comes out of her mouth in perfect cadences. she's ruined me so many times. i believe her still. when she promises she'll leave for good. she sounds like new york. my name is james and this is my muse. and it sounds like new york.