Atterall, a white lace bra that makes you fall in love
You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck
New York, this time of year ain't good for me
Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathy
All the boys are crawling in some shithole in the wall
Again, I miss this place more than I miss my home
Everyone is telling me that I need help or therapy
But all I need is to be left alone
She's bound to come back and haunt you forever
There's ghosts in the windows and walls
I'm waiting by the telephone all * night
For someone that ain't ever gonna call
Oh, oh
Remember telling me I was gonna hit the big time you died
Guess you told God it was true
Remember sitting on your porch
You talked about your old regrets
And tossed the world of bad things to your brain
It seems the quiet dreams have gotten much too heavy
But I'm home now and I'll hold you through the pain
She's bound to come back and haunt you forever
There's ghosts in the windows and walls
I'm waiting by the telephone all * night
For someone that ain't ever gonna call
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
She's bound to come back
Oh, oh
She's bound to come back and haunt you forever
There's ghosts in the windows and walls
I'm waiting by the telephone all * night
For someone that ain't ever gonna call
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Adderall and white lace bra will make you fall in love
You left your blue jeans and white lace bra will make you fall in love

New York this time of year ain't good for me
My pickup truck
New York this time of year ain't good for me
Cause all my friends lack self control and empathy