leo.

Two bottles of champagne down the hatch Too many lost nights drowned in laughs To be in love is a check that I can't cash So I'll stick to times out on the town and all that Your month is filled like a box of crayons Each day is colored all freehand Revolving doors with no doorman and I'll swing by if I have a chance Cuz you look like Leo in the nineties on the big screen I'm wearing monochrome, distressed jeans and rolled-up sleeves I think when you met me, I called it synchronicity Who knows who cares if it means anything more If you live in NYC, and I'm still new to this city Then there's still so much left to explore Let's leave the questions at the door Now I'm naked on your piano bench Composing songs of sensual nonsense I won't sing about a white picket fence Cuz that's old-fashioned and I prefer a cosmopolitan What's it like to be 23 and on your own Liberatingly loud and underscored with syncopation and dissonant chords But sometimes new brown eyes keep me on You look like Leo in the nineties on the big screen I'm wearing monochrome, distressed jeans and rolled-up sleeves I think when you met me, I called it synchronicity Who knows who cares if it means anything more If you live in NYC, and I'm still new to this city Then there's still so much left to explore Let's leave the questions at the door To be young and on the run To be home and with someone To be young and on the run To be home and with someone Why not both Why choose just one