and i'm tired or following you around
and i'm tired of letting you let me down
woah i'm tired of calling your name
and i know you gotta your way
and i know i don't have much to say
i still know that i really tried
and i know that she's the casual goddess
taking tea cups to the train that she bought us
she speaks and we all start smiling
not aware that she seems to be lying
to us and nobody else
she don't know where to go
and i hear you talkin' to me i
and i know i've loved no one but you
and you know i don't know what to do
aw fuck new york it swallowed you whole
and i know that she's the casual goddess
cause in chicago i know that she lost us
but please kitten come home i can't stand it
its all wrong this ain't the way that we planned it
i love you and nobody else
please come home, please come home
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