New York - Alexander Biggs

One of these days I’m gonna quit my job

And find a new one in New York

Would you come too?

'Cause I’m fond of you

And I think you could keep up

One of these days we’re gonna quit our jobs

One of these days I’m gonna quit my job

Start walking dogs in Central Park

Smoke the rest of your clove cigarettes

And be thankful that they’re gone

There’s no stress to prise out of our lungs

Right now all I want, is to laugh and sing

Forget my death is happening

And all the while my real friends are in a crowded room or an empty bar

We’ll slowly fade, out of this place in the most relaxing escape

One of these days I’m gonna have a child

And teach them to learn from my pride

The mistakes I made, the drugs I take, the pressure points I hide

One of these days I’m gonna have a child

One of these days I’m gonna die

And leave all of my shit behind

Some picture frames, a world of pain, in the passages of time

One of these days I’m gonna die

Right now all I want, is to laugh and sing

Forget my death is happening

And all the while my real friends are in a crowded room or an empty bar

We’ll slowly fade, out of this place in the most relaxing escape