You'll always come back to me
And I to you
Obsession is all we were ever meant to do
Sweet talk the next one into loving you
Obsession is all we were ever meant to do

And oh I'm the broken one

But New York loves you
No matter what you've done
And New York loves you
No matter what you've done
I'm coming home!
I'm coming home!

You tell the best tales
And I've heard a few
Obsession is all you were ever meant to do
We were empty as one
Now we're empty as two
Obsession is all we were ever meant to do

And now…you're the broken one

I want to feel small again
For a man with such big hands you sure let me slip
Through your fingers
Here's the rush, the sugar high the crush
A child loves a child
'Til one grows up