[Verse 1:]
I've spend my friends, filling boxes
The scales have tipped and I'm superstitious
A charismatic, young addiction
My skin is thick with disposition

My father taught me how to cut teeth
And i sink them in to our broken cities
A gypsy has told me that i'm cursing
Like a poor man playing his blues in the subways of

New York city, you're too good to me
You stay with me while my feet keep moving
Am I a grave, she knows to dig our self
'Cause i use my hands to climb out of hell

Don't you pull the plug

[Chorus:]
Spinal chords, your life support
You fit right into our own shirt pocket
Life was spilled before the power stored

[Verse 2:]
More than friends, but less than lovers
Smile for photos and fuck the covers
Shameful woman, you bet your flower
Keep me up or keep my mouth shut
I abused to devour
Don't you pull the plug

[Chorus:] (x2)

[verse 3:]
New York city, you're too good to me
You stay with me while my feet keep moving
Am I a grave, she knows to dig herself
'Cause i use my hands to climb out of hell

[Chorus:] (x2)

[Outro:]