Subway moves slow at night like the whole train is tired

And there's a good chance you don't wanna see me

New York likes to watch me fail, I miss NorCal

Where a business card is just a jar of weed

Lie to me, like a dream, like the promise of fire

Can't you see, if there's room to sink

Then there's gotta be a little room to get higher

The opposite of love is not hate but indifference

Oh wise ones teach me how to break through

Honor me, like a dream, like a funeral on fire

Can't you see if there's room to breath

Then there's always a little room to get higher