It is What It Is

I've kept it open, and wanted nobody to be my friend

I've wasted moments in the Bowery light, and lost it all

So are you smoking, don't tell me baby you can't work this out

I've wasted moments in the Soho nights, and lost it allTime will tell if you can figure this and work it out

No one's waiting for you anyway so don't be stressed now

Even if it's something that you've had your eye on, it is what it isOn your own worries, I'm nothing even when I'm with my friends

But you make me think that I'm alive, when I'm aloneWhy wasn't it real?