Zach Berkman

try Solve me and all my problems You call me Late nights in Harlem The street speaks Like it's a starlet ghost And always Your throwing glances my way You look at me like you could save me You could you know And oh look how you shine I know I could l

Always looking over your shoulder As if the past would tell you who you are. Do you think the answer's farther Than your wishing star? You don't have to feel this way. What a shame to be walking along Thinking nothing is right, when nothing is wrong.

You wish you could bend, but then you'd just break You reach for your keys, now you're driving away. You can't hear your thoughts for the sound of the rain, And you hope that you'll never get back here again. And we become who we are when we fall apa