Your relationship is far from perfect. Him and you, you are similar in some ways and in others you clash. You have argument after argument and sometimes, you wonder.. why are you even here?

You can’t talk to him when he’s like this.. staring out the window like you’re not his favorite town. You’re New York City. You still do it for him.

They all warned you about times like this. They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith.. blind faith.

But you might just get away with it, religion’s in his lips, even if it’s a false god. You’d still worship… you might just get away with it, the altar is your hips, even if it’s a false god. You’d still worship this love..

And he can’t talk to you when you’re like this.. daring him to leave you, just so you can try to scare him. You’re the west village.. you still do it for him.

And you can see that in his eyes as he looks at you. He’s angry, but… so in love.