Joey Contreras, Leslie Hiatt - Another New York Love Story lyrics

It's two in the morning
I'm drunk on the subway
There's too many people around
We kind of look like zombies
Why are we all here so late?

Playing the same song on my iPhone
Avril Lavigne again it puts me in a mood
Then suddenly you walk in

And part of me wants to hit you
Part of me wants to hide away
Hoping that you don't see me
Looking like this is not okay
Twelve more stops until I get home
Twelve more stops until I get home

Well, of course, a crazy man makes a scene
Right in front of me
You look up from your book
And see me there being harassed
Gee, lucky me

So now you're walking over charging forward
Here to save the day
You give the man some words
And he goes on his way
Part of me wants to thank you
Part of me wants to roll my eyes
And now we have to small talk
But let's quickly get to the goodbyes
Eight more stops until I get home
Eight more stops until I get home

It's like oh, oh oh oh
Another New York love story oh, oh oh oh
We're just a New York tragedy aren't we?
Aren't we?

So now I'm stuck here in luck
We're both going to the heights
We're going local well, more loco in my head

Part of you is so friendly
Part of you always seemed so fake
Acting as if there never was
A relationship or a heartbreak
Three more stops until I get home
Three more stops until I get home
Oh, the city's full of you what am I to do
To release this pain?
But oh, you're making it so clear
That holding onto fear
Only makes me more insane on this train

Arrive at one-fifty-seventh
Get out, now we're above ground
Take out my phone and see that
Avril's been playing this whole time

Part of me wants to leave you
Part of me wants to hold your hand
These are things I'd never tell you
'Cause you wouldn't understand
Then you start to walk me home
You kiss my cheek and I'm home

Another New York love story
It's like oh, oh oh oh
Another New York love story woah, oh oh, oh
Aren't we? Aren't we?