Even if it’s New York

If I asked you to run to New York would you go?

I know forever summer’s not your favorite place.

Cause you’re tired being here, tired standing in the hallways,

                        where all you hear is your name being

                        Called into the rooms you asked not to be in

                                                                but pretended to like it anyway.

Even if it’s New York, would you get on a plane to the coast?

I know these cloudy skies aren’t the place you love.

So sit as you watch the stars form underneath you,

                        See them raise their fingers and let them destroy you.

                                                                            on scrapers too small to reach you.

Even if it’s New York, if I asked you to run somewhere would you come with me?

I know Louisiana’s not your favorite place,

                         Know it’s the place you ran too far from the friends you swore you’d never talk to again,

                                                                                        from the flowers still sitting at your bedroom door,

                                                                                        or the stars that surrounded us at 4 in the afternoon.

I know it’s not your favorite place,

                                                                                                  but neither am i.