Fell sleep in the attic, shaking and nervous.
Your roommate in my brother’s room, there wasn’t much to stop us.
Fell in love with your ivory, sharps and flats and panic attacks

And I’ve always hated your city, but now I can’t wait to go on back.
And I felt as steady as the rain down on our heads
As we walked back to the train.
Sometimes driving through brooklyn
Still thinking about you, and all that I did back then

Fell in to the ground, a casket for every mistake that we made.
With your bin in a regret.
We talked different, but speak the same.
And I felt as steady as the rain down on our heads
As we walked back to the train.
Sometimes driving through brooklyn, still thinking about you
And all that I did back then.