You speckled your thoughts on a little white box addressed to me. You took off your clothes and you made it known that you were free. The light pollution tangled through the wind up/unto (?) to your hair, me and you in a hotel room New York took care(?), New York took care, of us laying there.
I woke up alone in a bed for 2, bottle on the floor, needle in my brain from my vodka drain from the night before. I watched you dress and dry your hair; powder up your face, we lock the door and we took the stairs to Ney York all day(?). New York all day, nothing in the way.
And I dont know what you do or say or how you act anymore, but heres to thinking about you in New York. Ive replaced the empty space that you left inside of my head, but Im running in circles thinking about what you said.
And I dont know what you do or say or how you act anymore, but heres to thinking about you in New York, Ive replaced the empty space that you left inside of my brain, Im running in circles thinking about how you taste, Im running in circles thinking about your face, I said Im running in circles thinking about how you taste.