New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
I saw him making love to you, you forgot to close the garage door.
When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.
Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.
I'm inconsistent, even to myself.