Hear that broken engine
It's coughing as it sparks
It feels like our conversation
Was dull and gray and didn't start
And I've been to the depot,
I've been sleeping on the trains
From
Brighton
Beach over to
Sheffield, to
Manhattan in the rain
And I don't know how to forget you,
but I'll try
Give me a little more time maybe
I'm sorry about everything,
baby
It's complicated feelings,
the color of the blues
Left me drowning in your curly hair,
in your thousand dollar shoes
So pour me something extra,
so I won't know what to say
You left me standing in the station,
in
Manhattan and the rain
And I don't know how to forget you,
but I'll try
Give me a little more time maybe
I'm sorry about everything,
baby
Fucked over by the warehouse
Just sittin' in your car
Smokin' cigarettes with coffee
The detective's nodding off
While he's pouring on the statues
A pair of trench coats in the rain
Melting to your pitch black
Buick
Nobody ever cared again
And I don't know how to forget you
But I'll try
Give me a little more time, maybe
I'm sorry about everything,
baby
Party's now, hold up till she cries
I've been breaking all the mirrors
I can see you one last time
Hear that broken engine
It's coughing gas and sparks
It was like our conversation
Was over for a start
And I've been to the depot
I've been sleepin' on the trains
From
Coney
Is land over to
Brooklyn
To
Manhattan in the rain
And I don't know how to forget you
But I'll try
Give me a little more time, baby
I'm sorry about everything,
maybe
So
You