Lingering

Pictures on the white walls

Black mold on the ceiling

There's a man 'cross the street who looks in at me

And when you call in the evening

There's an old light lingering around everything

Wanted to tell you something small and stupid

But I couldn't remember when I saw your face

As I rounded the corner, it smelled like piss and garbage

Fifth and Avenue A

Don't wanna get used to how it feels to hold you

Wanna lose the desire to hold anything at all

As the crosswalk counts down

Flashing orange in the rain

Crossing over canal

Well, I better get home, I've got work to do

But I don't have to do it if you wanna come too

'Cause I get so tired, always running around

Keeping track of the time

And I wanna slip into that fragile plane

Where I exist without a body or name

And you meet me there

For a moment, before we return to my room

With pictures on the white walls

And black mold on the ceiling

And an old light lingering around everything