Little Manhattan

Now I’m openin’ my eyes

See what I’ve been leavin’ behind

I gotta call it one day

Lay me down

It’s gettin’ so real

I’m sick of love

I’m sick of what I cannot be

I’m sick of me

I'm sick of tree

And I'm sick of being thirteen

I’m sick of love

I’m sick of what I cannot be

I’m sick of me

I'm sick of tree

And I'm sick of being thirteen

Could you try to find the real me?

The guy who lost the Uber

The guy who got no girlfriend

What’s mine, I’ll take it on my chest

I’m gettin’ more fake these days

I hate that I always call someone

When I just wanna be alone

Take me far away from my name

Walk for me as far as you can

I’m sick of love

I’m sick of what I cannot be

I’m sick of me

I'm sick of tree

And I'm sick of being thirteen

I’m sick of love

I’m sick of what I cannot be

I’m sick of me

I'm sick of tree

And I'm sick of being thirteen

Could you try to find the real me?

The guy who lost the Uber

The guy who got no girlfriend

What’s mine, I’ll take it on my chest

Could you try to find the real me?

The guy who lost the Uber

The guy who got no girlfriend

What’s mine, I’ll take it on my chest

Could you try to find the real me?

The guy who lost the Uber