Wish you could love me
As you loved the sunsets
I never trust in anyone
But for some reason
I trust you.
And if you fly to the other side
Know, one day, I'll follow you.
I wish you cared enough about me
To watch the sun rise in the East.
We're New Yorkers, it's in our blood.
Staying out and running the streets before the dawn.
I'm always on the run,
And you should be too.
There's a place out there for us to grab!
I am waiting for you
To lace up your shoes.
But you, you'll sleep all f▪cking day.
I don't care, I can wait.
Trust, I possess the patience of a saint.
I'll always love you, somehow,
anyway. . . -six pm