Breakfeast In Manhattan

I don’t check my phone in the morning

I don’t need to know what’s going on

Up in the sky another hurricane is forming

And soon enough we’ll all be gone

So I don’t check my phone in the morning

I know everything its gonna say

Another wildfire out in California

While they write songs about the rain

And everyday it's repeating

I’m getting too numb to feel it

Am I old before my time

And you know I believe it

If you think I sound conceited

It just feels so crowded in my mind

I guess I got tired of performing

Tired of singing all the same songs

If looking out at all those faces there before me, wondering

Why they look to me at all

Cause I don’t have the answer that they wanted

I can’t say that it’ll all be fine

That we’ll just all keep walking on and on and on

Until the clouds fall out the sky

I hate it, delete it

But at the same time I need it

It feels so crowded in my mind

I’m tired, depleted

Too young to feel this defeated

I guess I’m old before my time

I’ve still got the cigarettes you bought me

But I can’t bear to smoke them now

You might have been the only one who ever called me

'Cause now there’s no one left around

So I don’t check my phone in the morning

I just try to think of what you’d say

And that breakfast in Manhattan when you told me

That nothing good gets away, that nothing good gets away