Can you remember me, strong like I pretend to be
A twenty-year-old's fantasy of impressing you with songs
But I got lost in bummer swells, noisy pops and MIDI bells
And before I had the chance to yell I'm losing once again
Four o'clock the waiting ends, F connecting to the M
Waiting for a text to send, “are you finished with your mom?”
Four o'clock the waiting ends, J connecting from the M
Myrtle-Broadway once again, rising with the sun
Sweet soft city light, always sad in summer time
Sleeping off too many drinks, lying on the ground
But he will never rise again, smiling to greet his friends
And he will never turn around or come this way again
Sweet soft city light, always sad in summer time
Sleeping off too many drinks, lying on the ground
But he will never rise again, smiling to greet his friends
And he will never turn around or come this way again