I wrote you about it; said
you didn't bring anyone.
All the lights were on,
but there was no one there!
I wrote you about it; said
things have changed between
me and you,
and I don't know
what to do.
You turned 22.
You lived, and then
your theories came true.
The day you turned 22,
there was nothing left of you.
New York's rising from below you, and
I'm not gonna take you
out of this.
New York's rising from below you, and
I'm not gonna help you fuck
your way out of this.
You're gone; your life
has ended. Your life never was.