New York

sometimes i hate being with you.

i feel trapped and all i want to do is play the field.

I really do hate you but i know i love you even more.

In fact i quite adore you.

In spite of what i say or how far away i run.

You always keep me guessing and make me fly.

Sometimes when were flying above the clouds on that track i cant imagine being without you.

In that moment you are king and the city sparkles at your whim.

I feel free and youre mine and im eternally youres.

Then we come crashing down and i remember I hate you.

Your ignorant and wont open youre doors to me.

But god youre beautiful new york.

A dozen girls would die to be youre girl and i must confess im glad.

Even though youre disgusting and resentful theres a delightful sense of freedom and mystery that only my eyes can see maybe one day youll open your arms and sing I Love You back to me.