I'm in New York, thinking of you
Wondering what you are up to
From this lonely-ass hotel room
With a pretty good-looking view
I am somewhere in the states
Going somewhere on a plane
It doesn't really matter as long as I'm
Or maybe on a bus for a month straight
Shit's fun but I'm going insane
Like it's been months since I've had sex
I'm just a horny little lovesick mess
And I don't wanna be the type of person
Every time I need to get off but
I guess that's who I'm turning into
Down at Times Square in the rain
There's a billboard with my face
It's so weird how things have changed
Will I find what we once had?
Guess I ruined us pretty bad, oh, oh
I'm in the same city as you
But I still don't come through
'Cause I've got so much to do
And that's the shittiest excuse
So don't ever take me back
And you deserve more than that
My love comes out at midnight
My love comes out at midnight
My love comes out at midnight
My love comes out at midnight
My love comes out at midnight
My love comes out at midnight
