Faking in New York
Like gold money
Things felt too strong
Like sugar on your teeth
Felt chosen in the moment
By lucky girls
Nothing but skin between us
And the world
But I never showed up
I guess it's alright
And you never showed up
I heard you're doing fine
Your leather jacket
That never fit
You grew into it
You grew into it
The world is still a bright and novel place
We still get anxious
It still feels like we're fake
Postcards, pay bills, and tickets for the train
They gather in my room while I make my way
We used to dream of the faded neon
Years ago, oh
You told it on Leah
And if we made it
We'd be together
Scratched up knees
And jokes forever
But I never showed up
I guess it's alright
And you never showed up
I heard you're doing fine
Your leather jacket
That never fit
You grew into it
You grew into it
You grew into it