city
thinks it needs you
But not as much as I do
As much as I do, yeah
'Cause you're the last of a dying breed
Write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I'm here in search of your glory
There's been a
million
before me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk away from
You're
just
the
last
of
the
real
ones
You're
just
the
last
of
the
real
ones
You're
just
the
last
of
the
real
ones
You're
just
the
last
of
the
real
ones
You're
just
the
last
of
the
real
ones
You're
just
the
last
of
the
real
ones
You're
just
the
last
of
the
real
ones