New York Times Lyrics

I think I didn't sleep last night I was

Busy thinking of your fight and how much

I wish I could be there

Hearing that you're getting worse

Seeing you is a curse but a blessing

I know it's unfair

If I had anything besides advice from New York Times I'd

Pick you up and take you home

I don't think I believed anything before I met you

And you were right here

But now you're on your own

I think I didn't eat today I was

Busy reading why your taste is dulled now

And how your body aches

Assuming you're not telling the truth

When you say that it's not so bad I'd rather

It be me than you

If I had anything besides advice from New York Times I'd

Pick you up and take you home

I don't think I believed anything before I loved you

And you were right here

But now you're on your own

You were right here

But now you're on your own

If I had anything besides advice from stupid guys I'd

Pick you up and take you home

I don't think I cared about anything before I loved you

And you were right here but now you're on your own

You were right here but now you're on your own

You were right here but now you're on your own