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.