Chelsea

I never go to New York City these days,
Something about the buildings in Chelsea that kills me,
Maybe in a month or two,
Maybe when things are different for me,
Maybe when things are different for you.
All of this shit, just sticks in my head.

Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out,
I never had light in my eyes anyway,
Maybe things are different these days.

It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while,
The things I do to people I love, shouldn't be allowed,
Something about the buildings in Chelsea that kills me,
There's something about the buildings in Chelsea that just, kills me.

Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out,
I never had light in my eyes anyway,
Maybe things are different these days.

I dream I'm in New York City some nights,
Angels float down from all the buildings,
There's something about an angel that just kills me,
But I keep hoping something will,
Keep hoping, I keep hoping, I keep hoping.

Is anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out,
I never had light in my eyes anyway,
Maybe things are, maybe, maybe, maybe,
Maybe things are, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe,
Maybe things are different,
Maybe things are different,
Maybe things are different,
The light goes out,
I never had light in my eyes anyway,
Maybe things are different, these days.