Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick lyrics

You told me on your birthday
All the things that this place
Had done to you and in the streets you walk
You hide your face 'cause
They don't believe it's true

They say it doesn't happen that often
But, it's happening right now

I'm writing you this letter to let you know
I'm not alright and in this city
(The street's still paved with hate)
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight
And say "No, there aren't enough love
Songs in the sky"

You counted down the days 'Til you could say
"Bye bye, city, bye bye"
You're walking down on Union
You see the roads and
Know they're a part of you
They say it doesn't happen that often
But, it's happening right now
(But, it's happening right now)

I'm writing you a second time
To let you know nothing here has changed
(The street's still paved with hate)
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight

Will you look back on this night
As the day that ruined your life?
Will you look back on these city streets
And say "Oh, god, where are you?"
In these city streets I hide my face I
Turn away when you look at me and
Every night when I try to sleep I
Feel your hands all over my body

You stripped away the street signs and
You shot out all the stop lights
You smashed away the buildings
What would you have left?