Dying in New Brunswick (Demo) Thursday

You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you
And in the streets you walk
You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true
They say it doesn't happen that often
But it's happening right now

I'm writing you this letter to let you know I'm not alright
And in this city the streets are paved with hate
And you cry yourself to sleep tonight
And say "no, there aren't enough love songs in the sky."
You counted down the days till you could say "Bye-bye, city, bye-bye"
You're walking down on Union
You see the roads and know they're apart of you

They say it doesn't happen that often
But it's happening right now

I'm writing you a second time
To let you know nothing here has changed
The streets are still paved with hate
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight

Will you look back on this night
As the day that ruined your life
Will you look back on these city streets and say
"Oh, God, where are you?"
In these city streets I hide my face
I turn away when you look at me
And every night when I try and sleep
I feel your hands all over my body