Letras
You hate New York, but I love it
You see floors, I look above it
To the high rise and skylines
Dreams are made sometimes
Off Broadway and 3rd
You don't like talking
When things get broken
So we just keep walking
And it stays unspoken
And I live with the pieces
While you remain speechless and hurt
But if I could go back
To the imperfect, then I would
'Cause it's worth the pain
For the times that it was good
Why does it hurt like this?
Why do I feel a knife?
You must've put it there when I put both
My arms right around you, around you
Why does it hurt so much to la-la-love, to la-la-la-la-love you?
Why did you build a life only to watch it sink?
Why did you disappear the second that
I needed to find you, to find you?
Why does it hurt so bad to la-la-love, to la-la-la-la-love you?
You don't like people, so you avoid them
And precious moments, you destroy them
While I wrote you the verses
You made me feel worthless
So I just stopped writing
But if I could go back
To the imperfect, then I would
'Cause it's worth the pain
For the times that it was good
Why does it hurt like this?
Why do I feel a knife?
You must've put it there when I put both
My arms right around you, around you
Why does it hurt so much to la-la-love, to la-la-la-la-love you?
Why did you build a life only to watch it sink?
Why did you disappear the second that
I needed to find you, to find you?
Why does it hurt so bad to la-la-love, to la-la-la-la-love you?
And if I could say what I needed to say
I'd be the first one admitting that I made mistakes
'Cause I make mistakes
And if I could heal all the scars that you hide
I'd take them all, I would mix them with mine
If you would be kind