Can’t believe I’m doing this, a thousand loves without a kiss, on the couch Know it’s wrong to fantasize, making art romanticize, before we disvouch Studio apartments paying rent, polaroids, Portland cement hardens below But only talk for one night, boyfriend’s here I’ll say goodbye, such a shit show I know, fall in love without a touch Conversate with everyone, it’s a crutch You’re no different, your films and dancing shoes I will never stop forgetting you and you and you Maybe I’m from Seattle, maybe you’re from New York, I’m unsure Films of monks and grapefruits, sunrise the eastern attributes, just you’re demure Got a job right out of school, impressed with me, I’m impressed with you, probably premature But only talk for one night, boyfriend’s here I’ll say goodbye, just your demure I know, fall in love without a touch Conversate with everyone it’s a crutch You’re no different, your films and dancing shoes I will never stop forgetting you and you and you

We climbed trees in dusky parks that summertime When this land was yours this land was mine Now you live in a different part of town A part I can not go I took the bus home from the party we met And thought about what you said as we parted I descended into the tunnel And couldn't help but smile back A late autumn sun hits me and I feel cool and warm at once Walking under the ever shortening days leaves crunch Bathroom floors and strangers beds The wind blows a mellow breeze in my head We had the best laid plans planners and lists You were right all along, it was winter I missed For all the churches in Spain I will never be the same For all the math I know We could never add it up For all places we lay We don't ever want to stay As the snow melts away you turn to me and say

Another headline slot in Columbus, the animated drummer got all the compliments Kind of obnoxious, those freshmen and their cigarettes The bartender kicked us out at 4 am They sit down by the river, drink until their heads start to spin Crushing cans as the sunlight disappears As bikers ballplayers in the park pack it in It’s 5 am, down for another smoke Why don’t you tell me your craziest story, one that I already know I’ll write you an essay, about how you crave control It’s complexities combine to 20 pages, it’s 6 am now I know Watch the sunrise, with their guitars Tried to tell you that waking up tomorrow’s the hardest part Head back home at 7, shopping carts full of coffee cups Her aunt’s success afford her a do-over of cocaine, cars, shows, and sketchy loves They sit down by the river, drink until their heads start to spin Let me hear the one about the counterfeit tickets, East Williamsburg parties, NYU underpins Lavish lifestyles, jewelry and expensive clothes I know they’re yearning for something to fill them, I know they’re yearning for control It looks like a smokescreen, looking down from the stars Cans and tobacco give the illusion of floating, and validation from their guitars Watch the sunrise, through the sunroof in the car Tried to tell you that waking up tomorrow’s the hardest part Crushing cans, touring large Headline sets, cause waking up tomorrow’s the hardest part Waking up, sweaty and dark Depression looms, cause waking up tomorrow’s the hardest part.

I take the BMT just to find you On some lonely avenue off Canal These trains are so packed and I see no one You say you can’t find a seat here The summer is over The harvest is gone And we have not been saved Wore holes in my shoes walking around with you Uptown, down, along the bridge New Jersey shines across the water Jersey carry me home The summer is over The harvest is gone And we have not been saved I wish the sun would shine on me I wish the sun would slow I wish the sun would slow down for me I wish the sun would stop The summer is over The harvest is gone And we have not been saved.

Stop making all my decisions for you, I’m still waiting Stop putting myself in situations I don’t want to, anticipating To be heard and to be loved, it will never be enough Tired of these bars where no ones dancing, and jumping into the trough I wait on your message to decide if I am happy I people please until the point of a lackey When will the rain subside so I can lie on the grass I should move to Minnesota, where I know none of the masses Get left behind like the back of a hummer Don't cross your mind less need you someone to cover Oh my oh my think I’m getting kind of weak again Don't think I'll ever sleep again for dreams You walk beside me but your mind is somewhere else Oh I guess it's time to leave you to yourself I’ve got some friends of mine haven't seen them for a long long time They'd rather be together than with me And then I fall into these traps again So predictable my romanticizations Cousin once told me, the dreams to find a partner I only find myself the stepping stool I wait on your message to decide if I am happy I people please until the point of a lackey When will the rain subside so I can lie on the grass I should move to Minnesota, where I know none of the masses

Giancarlo, Giancarlo, Your skills I could borrow, I'm needing some help this year. I've been waiting for months, Fall comes and leaves crunch, You sit at home and watch. Come on over, I wish I could say, You'd teach me to hit a homer. Yeah teach me to play, Same clothes everyday, My various states of disarray. Defense, Defense, Defend Uptown, Defense, Defense, Defend Uptown, Defense, Defense, Defend Uptown, Until you come around, until you come around. Where will you play? Heard you love L.A., But what about St. Louis? Miami, D.C., Well, I've never been, But everyone knows New York. Defense, Defense, Defend Uptown, Defense, Defense, Defend Uptown, Defense, Defense, Defend Uptown, Until you come around, until you come around.

I don’t want to know, what’s coming next, but I’m obsessed Can’t get off my mind, can’t get off my ex, can’t get off this monetary, this expense And I want to know, what we’re in for, in 40 years I’m losing my day, at a time, the sky is some, some type of grey With serenity gone, can’t live and let God, no motivation to pray Then these people come by, tell me I just can Make a difference in life, solve some problems at hand My family can go, go wherever they can, but I know they don’t know I’m not their man I’m losing sleep I’m stuck in some, some sick dream, where my death is played on repeat And the apocalypse is just up the street I’m losing my mind, I don’t have the time, to even speak Bill W called, but the floor’s where I dwell, this feels like hell.

Unimpressive, impressionisms Fading into view Lines of green and blue That I can’t see anyway Bay Ridge’s got nice views, But I can’t share them with you Ferry hoping, you fell on the sidewalk My father was born in an outline of chalk My moms a field of clover My brother was a child star, he was the drummer Bay Ridge’s got nice views, But I can’t share them with you. Bay Ridge’s got nice views, But I can’t share them with you. And I am haunted by the ghost of Brendan Behan With what he’s saying, I’m agreeing An Irish son with a rebel gun Shot down my laughing boy Bay Ridge’s got nice views, But I can’t share them with you. In the month of flowers, It takes all my powers, Go raibh maith agat, Go raibh maith agat. In the month of flowers, It takes all my powers, Goodbye my laughing boy, Goodbye my laughing boy.

Why do we stay in touch, three weeks at a time Seven words per conversation, you kept your words, I couldn’t keep mine Didn’t lie about the surgery, but wish we had talked in advance Something about bus rides through the Midwest, looking at mountains on the way to meet you I wish I had the chance But you’re in Ohio and I’m in New York While you’re popping a xanax and sleeping on tour I’ll be on my computer, you’ll hit triplets before Just like Art Blakey did, is this all in my head I wrote the wrong song, you played the wrong chords You’re so energetic, I’ve been here before Spending every waking moment on being ignored By the silliest drummer, always such a bummer in store We could sit holding hands, talk about the 50s releases Kenny Clarke and Max Roach, my Ella Fitzgerald thesis Your mom teaching tuba, laugh together for hours Buses from Portland to Boston, dug through scriptures, trying to figure out why love sours But you’re in Ohio and I’m in New York While you’re popping a xanax and sleeping on tour I’ll be on my computer, you’ll hit triplets before Just like Art Blakey did, is this all in my head I wrote the wrong song, you played the wrong chords You’re so energetic, I’ve been here before Spending every waking moment on being ignored By the silliest drummer, always such a bummer in store