Basketball
I'm barefoot, I'm bristling
Solitude on my rooftop, solid
Like there's no more stars staring at me
Oh who's out there?
I can see the girl across the way
She can't see me and I touch myself
With just a little bit of confusion
But I'm all alone and that's all that matters
It's the chance I'm taking
It's the danger I like
Within this euphoric kind of feeling
It's just a sex high, it's just a sex high
There ain't no waterfalls
And there ain't no paths of grass here
Casual nod and basketball
I don't mind 'cause I'm still alive
Still alive
All thoughts and feelings
All thoughts and feelings
All thoughts and feelings
Under my ceiling
Yeah
All thoughts and feelings
All thoughts and feelings
All thoughts and feelings
Under my ceiling
This city holds a sensual tension
This city screams for more affection
Affection hitting it from all directions
I'm just a kid with the past of a grown man
Sold my sex in public places
To junked out fags with yellow eyes
Running for their Times Square
Lives hit the river, swam in shit
But never tried to open my eyes
In the dark I see dead young faces
Fix me up and keep your Zen
Zen, oh yeah
And I came back a strawberry
When I came back a strawberry
When I
Solitude on my rooftop, solid
Like there's no more stars staring at me
Oh who's out there?
I can see the girl across the way
She can't see me and I touch myself
With just a little bit of confusion
But I'm all alone and that's all that matters
It's the chance I'm taking
It's the danger I like
Within this euphoric kind of feeling
It's just a sex high, it's just a sex high
There ain't no waterfalls
And there ain't no paths of grass here
Casual nod and basketball
I don't mind 'cause I'm still alive
Still alive
All thoughts and feelings
All thoughts and feelings
All thoughts and feelings
Under my ceiling
Yeah
All thoughts and feelings
All thoughts and feelings
All thoughts and feelings
Under my ceiling
This city holds a sensual tension
This city screams for more affection
Affection hitting it from all directions
I'm just a kid with the past of a grown man
Sold my sex in public places
To junked out fags with yellow eyes
Running for their Times Square
Lives hit the river, swam in shit
But never tried to open my eyes
In the dark I see dead young faces
Fix me up and keep your Zen
Zen, oh yeah
And I came back a strawberry
When I came back a strawberry
When I
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Writer(s): Edwin Ghazal, Andrew P Koshowski, Christopher Koshowski, Franz J Masini
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