[Intro]
N.C.
(Alright. One, two, three, four)


[Verse 1]
             
Everything's c

         
oming up roses
           
Everything's c

           
oming to a bit

ter, bitter en

d
             
I'm searching 

              
for the proble

          
m and I'm look

ing for a posi

tive
           
Maybe I'll see

           
 a few old fri

ends
             
With more fait

              
h in God, I wo

            
uld tell you t

              
hat this was t

           
he rapture and

            
 we've been le

ft behind
             
Oh, why are we

           
 so young with

           
 tired, sunken

        
, baggy eyes?


[Pre-Chorus]
        
So I'll give m

yself a name
            
Something stup

              
id and pretent

           
ious like Moss

              
 spelled with 

  
a C
             
And I'll hope 

              
all the cool k

           
ids who gradua

           
ted but stayed

              
 judgemental w

              
ill finally ac


cept me


[Chorus]
             
And I might be

            
 flying home t

           
oday, but I'm 

          
not going home
             
Cause everythi

            
ng I thought I

           
 knew has prov

         
en to be wrong
             
And I'm desper

              
ate to the poi

             
nt of flying s

#            
traight into t

            
he over-drinki

             
ng night that 

          
leave you feel

ing torn
             
I'm leaving, I

            
'm leaving, fo

          
r New York


[Verse 2]

Step off the p

lane
     
Hop into the s

edan
              
I return to th

              
e house, not a

 
 kid not a man
             
Screaming "eve

              
ryone hear it 

     
for the eight-

four-five"
           
Where complace

ncy rules
        
And the kids o

nly die
        
If they stray 

from the mark
        
If they keep t

hemselves clea

n
         
And they tore 

down the park
         
Now I'm stuck 

in my dreams


[Chorus]
             
And I might be

            
 flying home t

           
oday, but I'm 

          
not going home
             
Cause everythi

           
ng I thought I

         
 knew has prov

         
en to be wrong
             
And I'm desper

              
ate to the poi

             
nt of flying s

#            
traight into t

            
he over-drinki

              
ng nights that

           
 leave you fee

ling torn
             
I'm leaving, I

            
'm leaving, fo

         
r New York


[Bridge]
              
An orange and 

           
yellow armada 

              
of delivery tr

             
ucks is all I 

              
can see from t

              
he window of t

    
his Uber
              
I'm reminded t

             
hat the world 

           
won't stop for

 me

But no one ever really stops to think


[Chorus]
             
And I might be

            
 flying home t

           
oday, but I'm 

            
not going home
            
Cause everythi

           
ng I thought I

           
 knew has prov

         
en to be wrong
             
And I'm desper

              
ate to the poi

             
nt of flying s

#            
traight into t

           
he over-drinki

              
ng night that 

          
leave you feel

ing torn
             
I'm leaving, I

          
'm leaving, I'

             
m leaving for 

     
New York
           
I'm leaving fo

      
r New York
           
I'm leaving fo

       
r New York