I'll never make it through so I'll make a deal with you -
let me drink you wine and waste your time and whatever I've got I'll give to you.
I bleed like everybody else, you look like everybody else.
We'll breathe this toxic air and pretend not to care.
If we can conquer Bleeker Street I know we'll land right on our fucking feet.
We'll take the world on - the year that I've had think it's worth a shot.
and navigating ways through a twisted plot.
And we're just walking home through and empty lot.