Drinking and Driving In Nyc

The dream I had last night
Drinking and driving in NYC
I spun out an intersection
I had your number on a picture of me

I woke up and my heart was racing
You left a note on your bedside table
Written on a napkin in pencil
I had no clue what the fuck you were saying

So I called you from bed lying naked
Covered in sweat and gritting my teeth
Because my back was fucking killing me
You picked up after a couple of rings

But it was really your prank voicemail
I left a long one and couldn't go back to sleep
Back to the art of getting dressed in the dark
I felt confident in my poetry

I know it's hiding in the closet
Waiting to kill me in my sleep
The way I'm wound round everyone's finger
Maybe a fist is crushing me

You know I can't wait for it to happen
You know I've been waiting on it all week
When's it gonna end come on now
I know someone's got a plan for me

I know someone's got a plan for me
I know someone's got a plan for me
I know someone's got a plan for me
I know someone's got a plan for you and me

I know someone's got a plan for me
I know someone's got a plan for me
Someone's got to have a plan for me
Someone's got to have a plan for you and me

Like when you peek around the corner
And you don't expect to see it
But you know that something's coming
You know and you can feel it

I know that something's out there
For you and for me
I know that something's out there
And it's bound to set us free

You've got to hear me out now
I've been stumbling through whatever
And I know that something's out there
And it can't wait forever

And now there's not much time
And there's so much left to say
There is so much left undone
I can't bear to leave you this way

So you want to know what I think is pathetic
It's the way you've drawn me out to be
Like I've been running out of time lately
And there's nothing else to me

We been going nowhere so fast now
You lunged your arms out around my neck
You caught me cutting through one of your shadows
Where there was nothing decent left

I woke up alone in my room
Looked at the clock a quarter past three
You enjoyed my death in the dream
Poking holes into pieces of me

I sit idle shocked in headphones
I work my days away until I sleep
Singing the art of getting dressed in the dark
I feel confident in my poetry

I know it's hiding in the closet
Waiting to kill me in my sleep
The way I'm wound round everyone's finger
Maybe a fist is crushing me

I know my hometown like a wasteland
And the souls that corpse the road
I could lie down in the street tonight
I'd be someplace better I know

It'll be so much better I know
So much better I know
I'll feel so much better I know
I'll feel so much better I know

Where they won't know my name
They won't know my name
They could say that they remember me
But they won't know my shame

I called out to the dark
Spanning in front of me
I cast doubt on the love
That is given to me and killing me

The stars became all the people
Switched into dust
Flowers sent back
Buried in canyons
And litterbug tombstones
Died in a valley
Always looking forward
To I wanna be forgotten
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be alone
I wanna
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The dream I had last night
Drinking and driving in NYC
I spun out at an intersection
I had your number on a picture of me

(So you want to know what I think is pathetic)