This Cold Place

It's some kind of odd, coming back here
and remembering these streets
And that one-toothed guitar man
still perched next to the tree

As much as the cold burns
and as much as the trucks stink
I can't get myself to understand
why I love this city

My mom still lives here
but that's not why I can't leave
'cause the day that I was born
was the day she lost me

I'm taking the back roads
to avoid being seen
I'll punch anyone who dares
to recall me the king

I'm all settled down now
with a coat some man lent me
When my eyes begin to open up
this was all just a dream

What has this place done to me
now taking over my sleep
Fuck this cold place
Fuck you, City