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I’m on the Long Island train
Headed to Massapequa…to you
Tears fall like late spring rain
Trying to ignore what I already knew

New York, lonely at its best
I’m still overthinking and out of air
You’ve stolen my sanity and rest
I need to sleep away from your glare

Buildings get smaller as I get close
We’ve survived our inevitable fall
Like an unwatered, dying, black rose
Our love, the dying plant in the hall

The goodbye is short and unsweet
I take my belongings packed and neat
Off I go, back to Brooklyn feeling like
The Only Living Boy in New York