I'm New York harbor
Tale of a sail, ripped sorta
Stuck on purpose for tha love of birthplace
But would have carried you home inside of my teeth anyday
He held onto the heartbreak and didn’t get over it in the hopes that she’d come back. He compares it to a boat in a harbor stuck on purpose, waiting to drag her back to shore, or his life.
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