(Alright, one, two, three, four)

Everything's coming up roses
Everything's coming to a bitter, bitter end
I'm searching for the problem and I'm looking for a positive
Maybe I'll see a few old friends
With more faith in God, I would tell you that
This was the rapture and we've been left behind
Oh, why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?

So I'll give myself a name
Something stupid and pretentious like mawce spelled with a C
And I'll hope all the cool kids who graduated
But stayed judgemental will finally accept me

And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
And I'm reckless to the point of flying
Straight into the over-drinking nights that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I'm leaving for New York

Step off the plane
Hop into the sedan
I return to the house, not a kid not a man
Screaming: Everyone hear it for the eighty-four five
Where complacency rules
And the kids only die
If they stray from the mark
If they keep themselves clean
And they tore down the park
Now I'm stuck in my dreams

And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of flying
Straight into the over-drinking nights that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, for New York

An orange and yellow armada of delivery trucks
Is all I can see from the window of this uber
I'm reminded that the world won't stop for me
But no one ever really stops to think

I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of flying
Straight into the over-drinking nights that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York
I'm leaving for New York
I'm leaving for New York