The Upper East

The lights are getting dimmer as she blows away
 Fuck it, I'm blazed, yeah I'm blazed
 And maybe I've been dreaming for a bit too long
 But we are strangers to ourselves
 She'd wake up, put the makeup
 And get dressed up
 But we had nowhere to go
 And my palms were getting sweaty
 And my mind was getting heavy
 Come closer to me
 And tell me if it's OK that we don't behave
 Just one day with you
 And I heard there was a party up on the west side
 Would you stop on by around two?
 And she's probably in the bathroom
 Getting higher than a vacuum
 It's her altered state of mind
 And maybe when we're thirty
 We'll stop being so flirty
 We'll settle down
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 Just hold on
 And I promise by tomorrow I'll be out the door
 No, I won't bore you
 But whether I was here, we'll never know for sure
 I'm looking for clues
 Y'all pretty nasty
 Y'all pretty nasty
 Look, hopefully, hopefully there will be more shows
 And you know, maybe
 Maybe when I be in another show, thank you
 Thanks for being a fan