dust

Ryan Beatty

I love New York, I hate New York
I m brave enough to say, hey, I go back and forth
I love to sing
I hate the sport
I gave it all away, now I have nothing more

Faith in what I never had crumbles like a paper bag
Burning like the last light in the room
Lover mine, don t cry for me
Lover mine, don t die for me
Even if I ask you to, mm-mm
You re the last thing I ve left to lose

I love the rain, I hate the cold
I miss the sunny days, the California warmth
The nights are long, and the days are short
If it s not all for you, what do I do it for?

Faith in what I never had crumbles like a paper bag
Burning like the last light in the room
Lover mine, don t cry for me
Lover mine, don t die for me
Even if I ask you to, mm-mm
You re the last thing I ve left to lose

It s all too much, It s not enough
It s gold, it s grain, it s dust, dust, dust