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 in Ditmas
Oh Brooklyn it's my second sleep
I damn well did this

The world got big again
You couldn't 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