Текст песни Current Joys - New York City

I never thought that I'd be here
I never thought I'd have short hair
I never grew up in my head
Oh my heart and soul are dead
Cause in my mind
I'm alone
In my mind
I belong
In New York City

I want to cry in your hands
I want to die in your hands
Because I hate what I've become
Oh I guess that I'll just run
Cause in my mind
I'm alone
In my mind
I belong
In New York City