Everything's coming up roses
Everything's coming to a bitter, bitter end
I'm circling the problem and I'm looking for a positive
Maybe I'll see a few old friends
There's twist [?]
But it's winter [?]
And the ice cream might be a bit too cold
I'm shitting on the town that used to be everything
Used to be a home

So I'll give myself a name
Something stupid and pretentious like Mawce
Spelled with a C
And I hope all the cool kids who graduated but stayed judgemеntal will finally accept me

And I might be flying homе today but I'm not going home
Cause everything I thought I knew was proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of driving straight into the overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York

Slip off the plane
Hop into the [?]
I return to the house
Not a kid not a man
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[?]
[?]
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And I might be flying home today
But I'm not going home
Cause everything I thought I knew was proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of diving straight into the overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York

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[?]
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They remind me that the world won't stop for me
But now I never really stop to think

I might be flying home today
But I'm not going home
Cause everything I thought I knew was proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of diving straight into the overthinking nights that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I'm leaving for New York
I'm leaving for New York
I'm leaving for New York