It's not good enough for me amidst a smile like the setting sun,
red sequined dress that could kill anyone.
The music moves you like good poetry,
I wish I lacked this anonymity.
She met me in the darkness,
reached out for my hand and said goodnight.
Shes the New York City skyline,
here to catch the heavens if they fall.
She's Friday night when Sunday's almost done
She's a million simple answers, awaiting my drunken midnight fun
If she is not the truth I'll take the lie.
She's the reason I'm writing Carolina, this letter of goodbye.
She's the New York City skyline,
and I'll never turn the light out for the moon.
All of this surviving has made me miss my own point.
I'll just draw another one, and connect the dots to get a better picture
so you can frame that too.
This knife that I pulled out of my back
Isn't it the one I used to cut you some slack?
On the edge of the world, you'd rather jump than just look down.
