A friend of mine went riding To the car to a town Bought a sandwich and a milkshake Found a bench and sat down Met some girlies and some fellas And made a new life It's such a simple story It'll make you think twice About the trying and the doin' that we do everyday And the caring and the workin' and the minimum wage That you're makin' at your job And spending at the bar It's just about leaving You don't have to go very far Cuz new york is a certain kind of sickness And you've been ill Since far before you moved here But you can't get well In a place that is proud of just how cold it can be And of its brutality Before my friend went riding i asked her if it was A possibility that it is just us Just the boyfriends, and the babies Just the subways, the scene, and the scabies Then she said that while she knows That that might be the case Sometimes you can enjoy the way our hands interlace Sometimes things are too hard and every thing's dark Sometimes we just got to blame new york Cuz new york is a certain kind of sickness And you've been ill Since far before you moved here But you can't get well In a place that is proud of just how cold it can be And of its brutality I swear to god it's not me It's New York I swear to god it's not us It's New York I swear to god it's not me It's New York I swear to god it's not It's New York I swear to god it's not us I swear to god it's not us I swear to god it's not us