Washington Square Park Out Of The Crowd
Here’s the alarm, it’s waking you up on a shitty day
Your burnt out bones carry you on your way
You have some personal time, you try and clear my mind
In a minute or two you’ll be faking it for the rest of ‘em
Faking it for the rest of ‘em
I don’t want to get out of bed today
No I’d rather stay out of the crowd
No one has anything new to talk about
I’m not alarmed that I‘m guilty of doing all the things I hate
Or when I speak sometimes the words just don’t come out the right way
I need some personal time, I need to clear my mind
In a minute or two I’ll be faking it for you