I’ve grown skinny in new york city
Its okay, I’m back home sleep til, noon listening to shape shifters
on my way to borrow foreign movies from the library

Did they teach you French in new york?
Did I learn to shave my face close with dial soap and a butter knife?
How to slickly wipe a sweaty palm on your pants thigh before shaking hands firm with the shadiest show promoters?

You know its hard
You know its hard
You know its hard
You know its hard for a single person to fold queen size bed sheets
You left my hat in the backseat
You left your hat the backseat
You might come back
To go back to school, Get a job downtown

Its cool
Just make sure to get out of here by December
Go to California, go to Hawaii
Cincinnati sucks in the winter
You know that like the bump on the back of your neck
it sucks the leaves from the trees
And by the time the snows melting
They always find four or five hanging by belts
from the train trestles or in empty parking lots
Slit wrists, slit wrists

I know, I know
all beautiful places are prone to natural disaster

Lyrics submitted by zimmatic

Broken Crow (WHY? cover) song meanings
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