These lips are chapped and kind of cracked And barely even kissable But now Im back on the right track And I think it might be possible To send a wish upon a star and make it land in your backyard Cuz in the Bronx anything is possible In the Bronx I tried so hard to get a hold of your mom so she can tell me where you are These days are lost, my nights are shot And Im barely even capable of getting off a single thought As I make myself uncomfortable At 49 minutes to 12, at this wasted wishing well Cuz in the Bronx there might be a photograph In the Bronx, I pray to god, theres a photograph! So you might remember who the hell I am or not Lets get it on!! What seemed like pandamonium and the recreational hall last night Was somewhat undermined by that video jukebox I thought, My God! Whats the prophecy? And possibly the subtlety of coffee stains at Astor place Im awkward on the C train At last we played for cash at the table hockey tournament Flourescent lights to save my life, as we kick back on the couch again Now thrift store paranoid on this 8th street weeknight void
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