13.manhattan
alter the fact i left her
if i could, i would
i was on a crusade
to see what i could do
i was young and stupid
now i open doors
given the chance to return
i’d give my life for hers
i can’t bear to listen
i need to complain
i sold out like manhattan
a bargain for them
we had a conversation
to prove i wasn’t sure
cold feet can’t manufacture
the debt that i owe her
(cold feet can’t manufacture
the debt that i owe her)
obsessing on the past
it’s what old people do
twenty-three and on the brink
of gumming my own food
i already happened
i’ve tried to escape
look at what i turned into
i didn’t know the way
in a crowd of sinners
i’m the token saint
but no one can distinguish
between me and them
the stars have an agenda
to see that i’m a cure
cold feet can’t manufacture
the debt that i owe her
(cold feet can’t manufacture
the debt that i owe her)
alter the fact i left her
if i would, i could.