if i were new york,

and you were florida,

i would drink the atlantic ocean,

to miss the traffic

when walking toward you,

but do me a favor, Love,

stay in new york,

(where you belong)

and we'll eat the big apple

together.



never wonder why I watch you

when I think that you don't notice

(but you do)

cause I knew that no matter what I say,

your heart

is florida,

and that's a fact i'll never change.

and i could tell you about my crazier dreams,

if you won't pretend to understand.

and what would you reply by if i told you

i loved you,

you would probably whisper florida

and run down south again.



it's not the emotion, Love,

and it's not the geography

that's so determined to drive you away,

but since i'm still new york,

and always just a bobbi,

then it doesn't really matter

who or what we are,

because with you far away,

it's just new york and

florida,

and it's not the distance that really matters,

it's the million heartbeats

in between.