I want to live and die in a small apartment
On the fifteenth floor of a New York skyrise
But when I talk to you at the office party
You said you couldn't move 'cause your boss needs you around

I want to spend the night in a cheap motel room
We can live in sin if you really want to
'Cause I've been thinking hard about doing something
About the way I felt the past two years or so

If you wanna walk away, just do so softly
I ain't in the mood to talk, so get up off me
No one ever leaves their home to go somewhere they detest

Come on come on come on