Irish Goodbye

no its not a shock exactly mom its just that every single block of 7th avenue
yawns out before me like its trying to talk
theres a grainy video thats playin back at 10 frames a second and she takes her
things unplugs her fan sinatra screams over the band, he doesn’t hear about it
nothing’s gonna coil down
fuck this shit i’m florida bound
and I live in every jersey town
that hugs the turnpike on the way down
its an irish goodbye
when you dont ask why
you just swallow your pride
and you walk outside
wanna put both hands on the yellow line and I wanna pull back the i95 hand over
hand till the florida vines and the emo bands are all in sight
theres a thousands visions of PA kitchens and little fences to keep out pigeons
and open fridges and tvs that you pull a knob to turn on
nothing’s gonna coil down
fuck this shit i’m florida bound
and I live in every jersey town
that hugs the turnpike on the way down
its an irish goodbye
when you dont ask why
you just swallow your pride
and you walk outside
baby you know me I thought you’d understand
theres something about me that just can’t be your man