You instill pride in me, so I can defy gravity
Songs you send are perfect, I should wrote you back
To the top, where I know it's cool, that's where I'd go with you
A move star spinning her wheels, and I see just how it feels, alright.

And I don't know if I'll make it through
I should have called you, should have told you

I'm sorry, this is making it worse
I shouldn't sing it until I apologize first
I suck, I'm stupid, I guess I'm getting dumber
Dealing with the Manhattan summer

I just smoked a J, I hope I don't O D
You ask Y Y Y Y, well I can barely see
Please tell me why do it, why I yearn
Vermouth, cherry and the bitters, and how the whisky burns

And I don't know if I'll make it through
I should have called you, should have told you

I'm sorry, this is making it worse
I shouldn't sing it until I apologize first
I suck, I'm stupid, I guess I'm getting dumber
Dealing with the Manhattan summer

Manhattan summer
Manhattan summer
Manhattan summer

Sure glad it's over