Darkness on the edge of Midtown look it's there
Shadows over broadway it's getting hard to breathe the air
This polite fiction isn't nearly nice enough
To feel so fragile and cost so Gd much

If this slide continues might end up out at home
Thinking of these bad times as a bit less shit than it's become
no nostalgia for the old ways
How clear is it now there's no such thing as the good ol' days?