My Mistakes

You know I do my best thinking when I'm flying down the bridge

Humming to myself and kicking up my kicks

Jiggling all around half afraid for my life

I hope I don't crash like that night last summer

Back when the bridge was just a wooden path

Bouncing around like he said it was 1956

I thought I'd learn from my mistakes

I thought he'd learn from my mistakes

I thought she'd give me the right advice

I thought he'd let me in for one last time

The planks rattling around like an old-timey movie

In tube top and shorts, that Vice called "pull-me-down

She's got kind of a native vibe" before that was so cool

She's got kind of a native vibe before I even knew who was who

And he's ignoring me like it's 2001

Why keep time-traveling if it doesn't get better on the second time around?

Why keep time-traveling if it doesn't get better on the second time around?

I thought I'd learn from my mistakes

I thought he'd learn from my mistakes

I thought she'd give me the right advice

I thought he'd let me in for one last time

I wore the same outfit on the day the Hasid followed me in his car along Park, not Avenue

But the one in Brooklyn, on an early Sunday morning, carrying an umbrella and talking on the phone

My mom said run, and I ran

I crashed on Banker, cut my head and my knees

The ambulance was called by a guy his friend called "guru"

They were visiting from California and I swear they

I swear they, I swear they, I swear they saved my life

I thought I'd learn from my mistakes

I thought he'd learn from my mistakes

I thought she'd give me the right advice

I thought he'd let me in for one last time

I thought I'd learn from my mistakes

I thought he'd learn from my mistakes

I thought she'd give me the right advice

I thought he'd let me in for one last time