The Wombats White Eyes

I don t know how to deal with these New York City blues It s not much of a weekend when there s one of me and none of you I m somewhere in the hotel, I m scrambling in the dark But you turned on the sprinklers and now I think I m in a waterpark You bleach my heart, you do My white eyes don t care about the opening lines No matter how hard I try I need you the most, I need you the most I slipped and missed, a kink in the arithmetic But baby, who you going home with I need you the most, I need you the most Sometimes I feel the tension, you re the coldest form of warm It s hard to keep my chin up when my guts are lying on the floor I let you chew the red parts and eat my mind like a cake 11 times round the block and you re the only drug I wanna take You clean my heart, you do My white eyes don t care about the opening lines No matter how hard I try I need you the most, I need you the most I slipped and missed, a flaw in the arithmetic But baby, who you going home with I need you the most, I need you the m