Lost In The City

I'm in a bit of trouble, I've had a little too much to think
I try to keep it subtle, I pour the bottle down into the sink
I swear to god this is my last drink
I swear to god this is my last drink

I could hold you back in the back seat
Swear you won't get cold in the taxi
Don't you want to go to New York with me?
Let's get lost in the city

We could get lost in the city

Running on empty
Trying to find a cool breeze
I've never felt so hazy
Falling off my seat, trying to count to three
Never felt so tricky

These streets never looked so busy
This head never felt so blurry.

I could hold you back in the back seat
Swear you won't get cold in the taxi
Don't you want to go to New York with me?
We could get lost in the city
Let's get lost in the city

I'm out of my head
Trying to light the wrong end of a cigarette
Show me when
When this started
When it ends.

I hope to God this isn't it
This can't be it
Not a bit.

I could hold you back in the back seat
Swear you won't get cold in the taxi
Don't you want to go to New York with me?
We could get lost in the city

I could hold you back in the back seat
Swear you won't get cold in the taxi
Don't you want to go to New York with me?
We could get lost in the city
Let's get lost in the city