I could be your Bushwick baby if you want me to
Leave the city, slow down, start something new
You could tether me to aspirational concepts of
Wellness I can try but never feel as true as
You make me feel like I'm not just
Some sick drug addict on a bench
Tompkins, you make me feel like I'm not just
Some sick drug addict on a bench
You see me whole and you don't care
What's wrong with you? I like your hair
I might pretend I'm your girlfriend
For a week to hurt myself with
What I'm leaving. I hope it doesn't
End by Halloween but I'm glad we met
You see me whole and you don't care
What's wrong with you? What's right with me?
When your band blows up I might get jealous and
Not show up to your gigs but I know you'll kill it
I might die out withered and homeless
Up north, thirteen, like Virginia thought I would
Honestly I still don't know where I might go
In November, when the rent's past due
But I hope to find you there
In some familiar air, even if you isn't you
You see me whole and you don't care
What's wrong with you? I like your hair
I might pretend I'm your girlfriend
For a week to hurt myself with
What I'm leaving. I hope it doesn't
End by Halloween but I'm glad we met
You see me whole and you don't care
What's wrong with you? What's right with me?
I'm a girl at your bar
I know I won't go far but
You know what to expect
You've met my shitty friends
I just don't know
What it is to you, what it is to me
You see me whole but I don't care
Just kiss me stupid, I like your lips