Radiators

Mercy, you see, I'm gonna leave
This cigarette for me is helping to forget where I am
Stone-cold shadows grow old on open-toed stilettos
Of girls drunken alone

I'm all alone
I'm all alone in the middle of the night
If you wanna get high
I think I know a guy within a block or two

If you wanna stay home
I've got some pretty good YouTube videos
Oh it's some good shit, man

I'm tired of The Cars
Cause they write too good of love songs
Make me feel like mine are
Nothing more than the ramblings of some post-college dude
Some post-college dude

And you
You're keeping me crawling
All the way across Harlem
And that's fine
Your radiators don't bang like mine

If you wanna get stuck
Let's move our way up to Connecticut
I'm just messing around
Making rhymes in the Uber as we go downtown
My rating's already trash

You like the jokes I have
You like how I'm nice to your brother and dad
But you get awkward at the things that I say
You get awkward when your friends speculate that I'm
Gay

And you
You're keeping me crawling
All the way across Harlem
And that's fine
Your radiators don't bang like mine