gramercy

Turn my cheek to the East Village I don't need to know what you're doing tonight I like the way that you're always a person When I forget how to act right Met some friends who are sweet when they're sober We shake our heads in the sincerest way But then we drink 'til the news is just bodies And laugh about riding home on the murder train We got a moment alone in the doorway And I feel guilty for going quiet on you now I swear I'm not withholding affection I'm just sick of how my voice sounds When it snows all the crosswalks get covered And for a day or two nobody can walk straight In the damp light we all glance around us Hoping someone else knows how to lead the way Caught your eye while we're changing in the mirror And for a second you looked so much like your dad You get nervous when time moves in circles At least someone else already felt this bad And I heard someone screaming in the hallway And it sounded just like a letter that I wrote I swear I'm not angry It's just this rage I keep in the back of my throat