S.C.A.B. - Myrtle​-​Wyckoff

There's a soft chance
That I won't get to bother you
I'm erring on the side of something right
overthinking lines like all the time

There's a soft chance
That everything I did was for you
All I need to do is something right

Everyone's going insane
If you wanna join
They'll just turn you away
But I don't wanna believe in it
I'm hungry for a city
That showed me the way

I wanna know how it all makes sense
If you wanna know
I can show you the way
In time
There's culture at every turnstile
That spins
Get dizzy and smile

Had her only for a bit
Bet they wonder about it
Does she bike past where I live
It's a short ride
New York City kinda grit
Way down
Way down
Way down in queens
Way down
Way down

Everyone's going insane
If you wanna join
They'll just turn you away
But I don't wanna believe in it
I'm hungry for a city
That made me ok

I wanna know how it all makes sense
If you wanna know
I can show you the way
In time
There's culture at every turnstile
That spins
Get dizzy and smile

All I ask
Has become boring
I break my back
Just to
Watch the sun set again
Pink blush down my face and
Soft clouds that
Set sail as I inhale again
But all I ask

Is for my city back