Music and Lyrics by James W. Dinsmoor
Produced by Caleb Hicks
Mastered by Tom Waltz
Guitar Solos by Vlada Bojic Bojketic
Drums by Glenn Welman
Art by Linzi Troilo
Lyrics
(RAH!)
I don't know how to say what I'll say
But I'll say it to 'ya
You've got me thinkin' about all the ways
You move
Accept this confession 'cause I'm only gonna
Say this just one time
Sometimes I think I just like fuckin' up my life
It's always the same
We're not suicidal, but
We love to play that game
If I could just make it back to New York
Then things would be alright
If I could just make it back to that
City I've been dreaming all my life
We could blame it on miles
Instead of on my state of mind
I guess this kiss is gonna translate to
"I tried"
(RAH!)
I'm not doing anything that
You're not used to
Nothin' I say is ever gonna blow
Your mind
I'm beggin' baby, just to give me the chance
No one else has gave
Maybe this could be the thing that makes me stay
I can't let it show
Maybe running is the
Only thing I know
If I could just make it back to New York
Then things would be alright
If I could just make it back to that
City I've been dreaming all my life
We could blame it on miles
Instead of on my state of mind
I guess this kiss is gonna translate to
"I tried"
(Fucking STOP!)
If I could just make it back to New York
Then things would be alright
If I could just make it back to that
City I've been dreaming all my life
We could blame it on miles
Instead of on my state of mind
I guess this kiss is gonna translate to
"I tried"
