Like I'm Tom May

(album: Secret Boy - 2016)

Boulevard apartment
That was in 2007, when I drove you back from Philly then
You were with me there in secret
I was marking out for that feeling
Like I know it's real, cause' I feel it
And I hate to make you feel morally in debt
I wish you were on my arm
Want you tattooed on my neck
I hate to make you feel more than depressed
Baby, I'm correcting this mess

Because this summer I've had enough
I took too much
And I didn't see you enough
(And I didn't eat enough)
Crashed my car on Keyser, like I'm Tom May
Playing twisted metal, like I'm Kanye

Moving through these attitudes
Like we could not be speaking, then and still I come right back to you
I hate to make you feel more than incensed
I'm pulling up with the best
See the prices going up
And I start to fade away
Final crisis of the heart passing over me again
And I try to call you back, but can't remember anything
You're the CD in my car
You're the phone that never rings
And I hate to hold on restless feelin's
I crashed my car on Keyser, like I'm Tom May
Thank you, Black Kray...