Another New York Love Story

It's two in the morning I'm drunk on the subway
There's too many people around
We kind of look like zombies
Why are we all here so late?
Playing the same song on my iPhone
Avril Lavigne again
It puts me in a mood
Then suddenly you walk in

And part of me wants to hit you
Part of me wants to hide away
Hoping that you don't see me
Looking like this is not okay
Twelve more stops until I get home
Twelve more stops until I get home

Well of course a crazy man makes a scene
Right in front of me
You look up from your book and see me there being harassed
Gee, lucky me
So now you're walking over charging forward here to save the day
You give the man some words and he goes on his way

Part of me wants to thank you
Part of me wants to roll my eyes
Now we have to small talk but let's quickly get to the goodbyes
Eight more stops until I get home
Eight more stops until I get home

It's like oh
Another New York love story
Oh
We're just a New York tragedy
Aren't we? Aren't we?

So now I'm stuck here in luck we're both going to the Heights
We're going local, well more loco in my head

Part of you is so friendly
Part of you always seems so fake
Acting as if there never was a relationship or a heartbreak
Three more stops until I get home
Three more stops until I get home

Oh, this city is full of you
What am I to do
To release this pain
But oh you're making it so clear
That holding onto fear it only makes me more insane
On this train

Arrive at 157th, get out now we're above ground
Take out my phone and see that Avril's been playing this whole time
Part of me wants to leave you, part of me wants to hold your hand
These are things I would never tell 'cause you wouldn't understand
Then you start to walk me home
You kiss my cheek and I'm home

Another New York love story
It's like oh
Another New York love story
Oh!
Aren't we? Aren't we?