Breakfast in Manhattan.
I don't check my phone in the morning
I don't need to know what's going on
Up in the sky another hurricane is forming
And soon enough we'll all be gone
So I don't check my phone in the morning
I know everything its gonna say
Another wildfire out in California
While they write songs about the rain
Everyday is repeating
Getting too numb to feel it
Am I old before my time
And I, I know I believe it
If you think I sound conceited
It just feels so crowded in my mind
I guess I got tired of performing
Tired of singing all the same songs
Of looking out at all those faces there before me, wondering
Why they look to me at all
'Cause I don't have the answer that they wanted
I can't say that it'll all be fine
That we'll just all keep walking on and on and on and on and
Until the clouds fall out the sky
I hate it, delete it
At the same time I need it
It's so crowded in my mind
And I, I'm tired, depleted
Too young to feel this defeated
I guess I'm old before my time
I still have the cigarettes you bought me
But I can't bear to smoke them now
You must have been the only one who ever called me
'Cause now there's no one left around
So I don't check my phone in the morning
I just try to think of what you'd say
And that breakfast in Manhattan when you told me
That nothing good gets away
That nothing good gets away
I don't need to know what's going on
Up in the sky another hurricane is forming
And soon enough we'll all be gone
So I don't check my phone in the morning
I know everything its gonna say
Another wildfire out in California
While they write songs about the rain
Everyday is repeating
Getting too numb to feel it
Am I old before my time
And I, I know I believe it
If you think I sound conceited
It just feels so crowded in my mind
I guess I got tired of performing
Tired of singing all the same songs
Of looking out at all those faces there before me, wondering
Why they look to me at all
'Cause I don't have the answer that they wanted
I can't say that it'll all be fine
That we'll just all keep walking on and on and on and on and
Until the clouds fall out the sky
I hate it, delete it
At the same time I need it
It's so crowded in my mind
And I, I'm tired, depleted
Too young to feel this defeated
I guess I'm old before my time
I still have the cigarettes you bought me
But I can't bear to smoke them now
You must have been the only one who ever called me
'Cause now there's no one left around
So I don't check my phone in the morning
I just try to think of what you'd say
And that breakfast in Manhattan when you told me
That nothing good gets away
That nothing good gets away
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Writer(s): Benjamin Gibreel Blumstein
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