"Some days,

I wanna watch all my food go bad,

Some days I feel so sad,

That I’d rather be

Wasting away,

Than facing the day, oh,

Some days,

I don’t feel nothing at all,

Some days I feel so small,

Some days you wouldn’t believe,

How I choose to grieve you,

No no,

Some days - 

Some days are darker than midnight,

Sometimes the timing is just right,

Sometimes the moon hears my song,

And mumbles along - 

She tells me, 


Someday your heart will not feel so bad,

Someday your soul will not feel so sad,

Someday you know he’ll be cursing the day

That you got away - someday."

"Once upon a time, long ago,

I was young and alone

and love-wasted,

And a boy came along 

who sang me a love song

in a melody strange to my ear,

And he spoke a new language

of passion and truth and

traditions I don't know so well - 

and of all of the pretty pages 

of New York City,

he's my favorite story to tell."