New york sweater

[Intro]
Dizzy I walk myself out of the bar
I'm stumbling, thinking, find my cab driver's car
One percent left on my phone
Oh, baby I wish I was home
I'd drunkenly fall into the bends of your arms

[Verse]
But you're not there anymore
I'm all alone
Staring at the ceiling, waiting, dreaming
It could have been better
Now I clumsily waltz down the street
Wearing the sweater that you gave to me
It smells like lavender perfume, Marlboro smoke
And the stain that you left from your food
And it bundles me up but I don't mind the warmth
'Cause this fabric reminds me of you
Oh, I'm a mess
You're my worst habit
Worse than the nicotine inside my lungs
Puff and inhale
Drink do not feel
But all these women seem so much like you
Oh, I can't stop
Can't stop my feelings for you
I want to hate you it's true
But I seem stuck up like glue
Anyways I'm

[Outro]
Dizzy I'm aiming my keys to the lock
I'm struggling 'cause I can't fit the key in the spot
No percent left in my phone
Oh, big deal I'm already at home
But baby I wish you were there to open my door