The graveyard shift
And I’m walking it alone
And I wonder if I should
Throw out my phone
Coz it only tells me tales
Of faraway lands
Of lasciviousness
And underhands 
And I’m walking in New York City
And it’s been an age
Since I put pen to paper
On a page
To let out the rage
That spills effortless
They called me a woman in distress 
But they don’t know me
They don’t spy the truth
I was twenty four
On the edge of youth
As I fight with the toil
Of an unholy brute
That breaks like waves 
Upon the shore
How can I not
Want you anymore