You speckled your thoughts on a little white box addressed
to me. You took off your clothes and you made it known
that you were free. The light pollution tangled through
the wind up/unto (?) to your hair,
me and you in a hotel room New York took care(?
), New York took care, of us laying there.
I woke up alone in a bed for 2,
bottle on the floor, needle in my brain from my vodka
drain from the night before.
I watched you dress and dry your hair; powder up your
face, we lock the door and we took the stairs to Ney
York all day(?). New York all day, nothing in the way.

And I don't know what you do or say or how you act
anymore, but here's to thinking about you in New York.
I've replaced the empty space that you left inside
of my head, but I'm running in circles thinking about what you said.
And I don't know what you do or say or how you act
anymore, but here's to thinking about you in New York,
I've replaced the empty space that you left inside
of my brain, I'm running in circles thinking about
how you taste, I'm running in circles thinking about
your face, I said I'm running in circles thinking about how you taste.