PAWS Lyrics
"Empire State"

I've got a writer's block the size of the Empire State
And good sentiment always comes too late
Drives me out of my mind to see us drinking in the same bars
In the Bowery, East Village and Lower East Side
But not at the same time

So far from truth in a room that I used to share with you
Filled with cat hair and tobacco fumes
We both lived in the same tomb
You come to me in my sleep and even though I know it's just a dream
You convinced me that you still love me
Do you still love me?

And I said awful things like a fool that knew not what to do
But even the biggest fool could tell that I still loved you
Could tell that I still loved you