A mattress and a stereo, Just like I started. And a note composed with thumbs and phone On unpacked boxes. It's so well written, But I won't be sending it. And I will not forget you; There is nothing to forget. Oh, so there. Through shiny streets and dirty snow, Blue skies and deadness, Oh Brooklyn it's my second sleep. I damn well did this. The world got big again. You could get rid of it. And I cannot forget you; There is nothing to forget. Oh, so there. You taught me nothing. I owe you nothing. How could I forget you When there's nothing to forget? Oh, so there.
A mattress and a stereo, Just like I started. And a note composed with thumbs and phone On unpacked boxes. It's so well written, But I won't be sending it. And I will not forget you; There is nothing to forget. Oh, so there. Through shiny streets and dirty snow, Blue skies and deadness, Oh Brooklyn it's my second sleep. I damn well did this. The world got big again. You could get rid of it. And I cannot forget you; There is nothing to forget. Oh, so there. You taught me nothing. I owe you nothing. How could I forget you When there's nothing to forget? Oh, so there.
