Mr Manhattan Lyrics

5:30

These late nights

Are my therapy sessions

Ask if I'm okay, act like

I don't care to be questioned

When really I'm dying

Crying out for a little help

Spent most of my youth

Yearning for better mental health

These late nights

Wouldn't dare to be mentioned

How am I supposed to let her know

That I'm scared of attention

Eyes staring through my ribs

I can't kill myself

I really want some kids

Be the dad my father wouldn't be

It is what it is

Nah, it isn't what it was

Lil' cousin vape

She need that serotonin

In her lungs

I don't want to judge

But she ain't even in the 8th grade

I remember middle school

Was anime and beyblades

I remember getting jumped

Searching for a safe space

Fell in love with Lauryn Hill

Then I had to change pace

Listening to Channel Orange

And to be frank

I kept my blonded life

In the storage

A coming out party sounds like

Something forced

Cat's out the bag

Y'all pussy if you think

I'm pouring my heart out

Masculinity masks my pain

A mere mortal

I know my dependency

Captures my angst

Time after time

Keeping the act up

Like I'm Hanks

Mr Manhattan tell me what's wrong

Said she leaving to New York

But she left her soul

In your palms

Pray you'll still get along

Pray there's still something strong

When you come back

That feeling y'all had

Beginning to grasp the situation

And to the dearly departed

When he's asking you to come home

It's not where the house is at

It's him, where your heart is

Love is soft to the touch

But I swear the work

Is the hardest

I'll probably fumble regardless

Man, I tumbled on the telephone

Mature for my age?

I stu-stumbled over stepping stones

Knew what was right

Cause before I had to get it wrong

Searching for a vibe

Nowadays I'm always skipping songs

Looking for that one track

Yeah I'm looking for that

One track

These late nights

Are my therapy sessions

Ask if I'm okay

Act like I don't care to be questioned

When really I'm dying

Crying out for a little help

Spent most of my youth

Yearning for better mental health

These late nights

Wouldn't dare to be mentioned

How am I supposed to let her know

That I'm scared of attention

Eyes staring through my ribs

I can't kill myself

I really want some kids

Be the dad my father wouldn't be

It is what it is