Set upon starlight, sighing from the apathy
It seems so funny that I can't get no relief
I try so hard to believe in this place
But they all say that I can't stay this way
So I'm through
The moment, each moment is all I have left to breathe in
No photographs, no future's left, nothing is to heed
But as I walk home, endless murmurs pull the covers away
And the cold harsh vapor lamps leech the fight right from out of me
So I'm though
Although I could never believe admiration lingers beneath
Still my pride is conducting a picture of a celebration
But my bed is empty, my sights are dim, the end is near and so I say
That I'm through
I spent all my time trying to become something
'Cause I felt like nothing
I thought this city could prove to me
That I was worthy of self-love and recognition
Instead I feel its derision while climbing each staircase
As a lonely mountain crux
Toward the apex, the apex of Ludlow Street
So forgive me, this city, for showing you who I am