I forget my ways sometimes
That in the end
Logic always wins.
(And love stories never end well, any way)
This is our mutual agreement to ignore the inevitable.
How many distractions must I wake up with?
Must get my feet on the sidewalk again.
Steep those bones in bourbon, Boys.
Debaucherous roads ahead.
My knees weren’t built for all the running they like to do.
I’ll find some other way to leave you.
Because trouble never
Forgets Brooklyn for long.
The man in front of the orange stand
Always whistling the same song.
Just the same melody that suits his broken heart,
Every morning he nods my way like
He’s been waiting on me to sing.
Every day I have no words for him.
I will never love easy.
I need a few days to get my mind back to this city. To today.
Set my watch back to ticking the right way.
Steep these bones in bourbon boys.