When you got to New York you were sleeping on floors   But you were sure it was better   And you would get hungry   You didn't have money but you drank every night   Between the subways and sunshine   There just wasn't the time to write any letters   But it was out of your hands   You hoped your friends would understand   You never felt so high in your life      But now you're out of breath from your cheap cigarettes   And the wrong side of 7AM   You can't sit still but you eventually will   Cause every night comes to an end   So draw up a list of new things to resist   And the people you kissed last year   Then on the back draw a map to the ones that are still there   Not one part of your skyscraper heart   Can figure out which is for real   You can't come clean when you're stuck in between   These ways that you constantly feel      So what do you tell yourself?   What do you tell the strangers that sleep in your room?   What do you tell your friends?   What do you tell the lovers that left you too soon?   Where did they run off to?      Give me a reason that I can believe in   And I will believe in you   Tell me a reason why I should believe   Cause I want to, I want to   Tell me a story or tell me a secret   It don't have to be nothing new   Just hold on to me while we walk through the leaves   If you want to, if you want to      Cause I want to know   What do you tell yourself?   What do you tell the darkness that stays in your room?   What do you see at night   When all of last year's lights are no longer of interest to you?   What do you hold on to?