New York sucked me into its pavement br Until I became gray and stony too br With it’s constant humming background br Irritating and hypnotic like a Hoover vacuum br Began feeling less like me and more like living scenery br I could move without moving anyone to me br Clustered in I couldn’t get them to move away br br I couldn’t get any space to breathe and I was so fucking lonely br I couldn’t recognize a “me” in any crowd br I know which fork to use br But all I heard is you’re eating European backwards br Failing to ask if I was left handed br Everyone is edgy hip and hyped up br Turning my type Q personality into an A as well.