Hashtags make the world so small. Bringing people from different ends of the world together with just one pound sign. One hashtag can have a broad from Bolivia liking ya Man crush Monday. That boy ain’t yours now boo.
Each time you call me home in a sweet refrain,
Saying things will change, you’ll take away the pain,
Then we flashback to the first time you put your spell on me,
You envelope me, you feel good as hell to me.
Whenever I’m in New York visiting my family I always want to leave after the third day. And whenever I’m away from it I always catch myself wanting to go back.
I just don’t see how a place with so much intoxication can make you feel so alive at the same time.
Anyways, I don’t find myself dwelling as much as I use to on the connotation of “what would have been of me if I stuck around”. These fall nights though.
These fall nights awaken something in me.
And it always bugs me when I’m here because I can’t pin point exactly what it is.
It been my pleasure to breath in your air NY.