central park

first few horns and the squeak of brakes

knock on the door and the city wakes

but you

you're still sleeping

and you

you're in love

painting a pretty picture

how i wish

more of this were drew

but you

you're in london

and you

you're still in love

fuck this

imma go out walking

rent a bike and make a few laps in central park in the dark

love is just a memory

love along the shadow in my heart

in my heart

this is where you'll stay

while i'm at the hudson

i'd like to see my name above the door

it says we

we're still in brooklyn

and we

we're never in but you're always welcome

if you run out of dough you know