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