Current Joys - New York City

I never thought that I'd be here

I never thought I'd have short hair

I never grow up in my head

Although my heart and soul are dead

Cause in my mind

I'm alone

In my mind

I belong

In New York City

In New York City

In New York City

In New York City

In New York

I want to cry in your hands

I want to die in your hands

Because I hate what I've become

Oh I guess that I'll just run

Cause in my mind

I'm alone

In my mind

I belong

In New York City

In New York City

In New York City

In New York City

In New York