I found an old pair of keys in my purse
That open the lock up we shared
How did they get there jerk?
I wanna see you there
I wanna make it work
I didn't brush my hair
And my lashes are falling
Off of 7 years of our bad luck dating
I want one last night there
A Brooklyn night affair
It's not that I don't wanna love you
It's not, that i'm really over it, you know?
It's just that I can't watch us bleed to death
When we used to be, Brooklyn nights happy
Your poor faves
