You’re James Dean in glasses
You’re Budapest in a blizzard
You’re the reincarnation of the living Buddha 
In my own hometown
You’re Baudelaire on acid
You’re New York on a leash
I can’t believe my luck so I keep my mouth shut 
But I keep one eye open
And watch you while you sleep
I can’t believe my luck, I can’t believe you
So I figure maybe one week
Maybe two