It's late and I'm up, I wanna make love
This girl is so hot, it makes me so hot
She's my friend, I want her so bad
She don't like me
I'm just alone, I'm just alone
I'm just alone, I'm just alone
This is why I always cry
She doesn't love me, I love her all the way
She thinks I'm just a friend and she's right
I just fantasize about these things
I don't get sex, I don't get it
I just get my hand on my own dick, my own dick
Cause I'm an incel involuntary celibate
Doesn't mean what you think of it
Just means girls are bitches and don't like me
Even though I'm a nice ass guy
F*cking nice ass guy, nice guy
I'm a nice person, nice guy
Why do they all hate me
Why do they always make fun of me
Say I need to shower and that I smell bad
It's not true, I shower twice a week
It's 2am in New York City, never sleeps
But I'm wide awake, God, in these city streets
These city streets
City streets, city streets
Every subway's a journey
But I'm going nowhere
Every cab rides a circle
Bringing me back to despair
I thought I could escape, thought I could be free
But 2am in New York, it's you I still see