New York Suicide - Me Nd Adam

Grace asks how I’m doing, I sigh and say «I'm fine»

I can’t find the right words and she can’t tell I’m lying

Last night a man in Vegas snapped and opened fire

We don’t know the reason, but Jesus Christ I’m tired

Another month of bad days

It’s October on the F train, again

Cause I’m too selfish to die

And I’m too sad to be alive

So I’m taking every hour as it comes

And in the weekdays I get by

And in the evenings I get high

I stay dreaming of a New York suicide

Last week my friends were in town, but they ignored all my calls

I usually do the same thing so I ain’t blaming them at all

And who the hell in their right mind would wanna waste their time with me

Especially on vacation in New York City, baby

Another month of bad days

I’m hungover on the F train again

Cause I’m too selfish to die

And I’m too sad to be alive

So I’m taking every hour as it comes

And in the weekdays I get by

And in the evenings I get high

I stay dreaming of a New York suicide

I can’t say when it started, but it happens all the time

One minute I’ll be laugh and the next I just start crying

I wonder if it matters, I wonder who would care

I think about my funeral, man.

Would anyone be there?

But who am I to say this?

Cause I remember Vegas again…

Cause I’m too selfish to die

And I’m too sad to be alive

So I’m taking every hour as it comes

And in the weekdays I get by

And in the evenings I get high

I stay dreaming of a New York suicide

A New York Suicide

Still dreaming of a New York Suicide

A New York Suicide

Still dreaming of a New York Suicide

Still dreaming of a New York Suicide

A New York Suicide

A New York Suicide

Still dreaming of a New York Suicide

A New York Suicide