Is that supposed to be your poker face? Or was someone run over by a train? And you were minding your own business But you're begging for forgiveness just the same And it's running back and forth inside your mind Just how that town defined you Dressed you up, painted your face And now you're leaving New York For no better place You're awake and trying not to be Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn And the nighttime's wrapped around you Will be until it drops you on the dawn From the C train to the shiny tower Kicked around til happy hour found you Where you can drink that smirk right off your face And now you're leaving New York For no better place And here is your reflection In a building uptown A ghost inside some Madison Avenue display Like water under bridges You're slowly passing by As you sail between the rooftops and the sky And the bourbon sits inside me Right now I'm a puppet in its sway And it may be the whiskey talking But the whiskey says I miss you every day So I taxi to an all-night party Park me in the corner in an old chair Sip my drink and stare out into space And now you're leaving New York For no better place ____________________________ please mom. shut the fuck up. i love you cresten. a lot. damn i miss my friends. where are they? i dont know. maybe they wernt my friends to begin with. i miss Mike, Mike, Dan, allison a lot... Ryan, Jared, and yes... sadly Jacob. i miss Zach and Kevin. those last six mean the most to me in the entire world. and mike frey. but i miss them. i havent seen or talked to them all in a while. i layed outside tonight and cried in the grass as the sun was setting really low, it was almost dark. the moon was a sliver but shone as bright as a strobe light in a dark club. the sky was brazen with color. and i just layed there and cried. i dont really know about what. but it was.. beautiful. and my cat came and layed beside me and comforted me. ill explain sometime. maybe ill understand one day.