I Miss New York

Flipping through the pages
Haven't talked in ages
With lines between
You and me

Ripping through the subway
Cut across the pathways
Arms sprawled out
To receive

And I can't tell if I want it back
Back again
And this is my last chance to find a break
And break away

I'm looking for the right time
To say the things on my mind
I'm caught between niceties

Not a fan of goodbyes
Shaking hands for next time
And possibly, infinity

But my knee-jerk reactions cannot save face
When everyone's looking at me to explain
And find a good, simple, and clean explanation
To everything weighing me down and my problems

Hard to let go and it's hard to move on
So to cope with these feelings, I'm writing these songs
And attempt introspect and reverse implications
Air out these words and obtain validation through their praise



Credits
Writer(s): Cole Bruckner, Elisia Wynona Song, Gannon Earhart
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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