NEW YORK GIRLS

I’m floral heroin chic
I’m the wildest summer in your recent memory
Young money millionaire
Mr. October is coming home
I’m bigger than The Strokes
An inhale of fresh air, choke
October is coming home
But you don’t love me anymore

Don’t you ever think about leaving
California Dreaming of New York girls
Twilight of your golden years
You’re still thinking of those New York girls

I’m an open casket funeral because I’m such a pretty boy
I’m two and a half minutes of unfiltered lo-fi summer, because that’s what you asked for
I’m a vicious heartbreaking matador
I’m a rodeo clown of passion
Mr. October is coming home
But you don’t love me anymore

Don’t you ever think about leaving
California Dreaming of New York girls
Twilight of your golden years
You’re still thinking of those New York girls
Don’t you ever think about leaving
California Dreaming of New York girls
Twilight of your golden years
You’re still thinking of those New York girls