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The Only Torn-Up Boy in New York
Dylan Owen
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Coming to you live from the bottom of a heavy heart
Live from the window of a broken home
Live from the memories that fell apart
Life from the lines of my soul
I'm coming to you live from the medicine drawers I'm still refilling
Live from the parking lot floors we kissed as children
Live from the saints of the summer you wouldn't visit
Who reminded you we were childhood friends who went missing
I don't doubt this, but here's to staying grounded more
We took a road trip to spread the ashes out this fall
And met the pretty poet prophets at the outlet malls
Who said a big idea can't come out of a town this small
I told you, New York, I'm sorry to insult you, New York
But there where times where I've forgotten
How well I know you, New York
And one too many nights I waited up for closure, New York
The only living boy who still lives at home in New York
I wrote you, New York
I'm sorry for nothing you never wrote back
All I wanted was an ackowledgement of my vocab
And all I've grown parsley still like lovers fields
I sent my heart out in a package, but the address wasn't real
Welcome to the season to getting sick to your stomach
You need something to believe me
Believe me, or you'll be leaving soon
You could be decieved by the sweet season what season us
Or come and see the scenes from the cheap seats where we see 'em from
Live from the bottom of a heavy heart
Live from the window of a broken home
Live from the memories that fell apart
Life from the grafittied fence protecting my soul
Live from the adult lessons that I learned in adolescent
Had to have a fallen out and pride that avalanche forever
Live from the cross country roads and that adventure grief
Tore my face apart, now I'm trying to put it back together
Live from the junk front yards that'll never find salvage
Live from the holes in our stories we'll never climb out of
I'm a blackout poet, I drink and fight first
'Til I can't see anything besides the right words, yeah
Suddenly I'm not alone
It feels like the entire tri-state is on my collar bone
And watching headlights pass like the cards I'm dealt
And the cars on the highway looks like cosmo belts
And everything seems fine, everything stands still
And if the sky comes crashing down, then this can't be real
And maybe none of what I ever thought was
So here I am, another person torn up
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This is how it feels to start something over
And dream under a Simon and Garfunkel poster
We all look for closure and get lost on our course
Now it feels like I'm the only living boy in New York
This is how it feels to start something over
And dream under a Simon and Garfunkel poster
We all look for closure and get lost on our course
Now it feels like I'm the only living boy in New York.
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