king street

I was, walking down king street
Wind blowing, two steppin' on the concrete
Gas station taco and a margarita on the rocks
Got your hand in mine, intertwined and interlocked

And now you got me in the palm of your hand
You got me so fucked up you don't understand
So I listen deeply to the sound of your heartbeat
Yeah we're sipping wine cuz we made it to New Years eve

King street, memory lane, you better remember my name
Next time you're dancing again in the pouring rain
How fun it is to get lost on your own time
I was looking forward as you left me behind

Are you feeling the same way too?
The food, the friends, the good times
The why, what, how, when and who?

But the Ghost tours turn to ghosting
shortly after toasting to us
You threw us under the motherfucking bus!

And you still got me in the palm of your hand
You screwed this whole thing up you don't understand
Just want to live those weeks again on repeat
And when you walk away from me I'm still on

King street, memory lane, you better remember my name
Next time you're dancing again in the pouring rain
How fun it is to get lost on your own time
I was looking forward as you left me behind

New year, new you
Never saw it coming now did you
Look back and see that I was having a heart attack
I lost my mind in the metaphysical somewhat cynical madness
You took what's left of me and buried everything
As you left me behind

King street memory lane
You're gonna remember my name
Next time you're dancing again in the thunder and the pouring rain
How fun it is to know that I am doing just fine
I'll keep on looking forward, leaving king street behind