Native New Yorker

I like the way you talk

The way you pick your music

The way you drive so goddamn fast

The way you just stick out

Like things weren’t ever meant to last

The way your media gets to my brain

The way everything you do when you act

You act like it’ll begin to rain

You remind me of a motorcycle rider in New York

You smile at me although I act like a bottle of whiskey and I’m its cork.

I cherish you friend till the very end

I hope someday we’ll meet around a bend

You act so cool

Your tunes make me drool

Although I’m quiet

Well, we’ll never tie it

I love your rides

As the time abides

You’re like New York

He’s like Colorado

But I can’t stand the rain in Colorado.

And I say he’s just a friend.

And this too will not last