[Verse]
             
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 Mawc

              
e 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]

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 eve

r 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