I saw you step into the car, bottle in grasp; heels scratched on the pavement. It was three years back, and NYC was waiting. You were a stranger at the guest house, Co-dependent on cocaine, that wasn't always the case Park Avenue and West was stained, but they were stained for days before you wandered on down.
You shouldn't have walked away, you shouldn't have walked away. You should have stayed, it's hard to stalk somebody standing still.
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bottle in grasp;
heels scratched on the pavement.
It was three years back, and NYC was waiting.
You were a stranger
at the guest house,
Co-dependent on cocaine,
that wasn't always the case
Park Avenue and West was stained,
but they were stained for days
before you wandered
on down.
You shouldn't have walked away,
you shouldn't have walked away.
You should have stayed,
it's hard to stalk somebody standing still.
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