the clocks on drive
so baby come empty out
my mind
baby talk to my needs
oh yes again
never say nothing wins
I'm a dreamer
and your my new theater
so come home
and heal all of my mistakes
and shake of all of our leaves
off our trees
baby New York can
be our blue skies
and a cup of cappuccino at central park with u at midnight time
so decide on me
and I'll be your hopes you do
the ones that u smoke too
©mrnothing
M