My Brooklyn (Is Better Than Yours)

The Shwick

A terrifying light

I wonder what it is

Gentrification sights

Moving in on time

Painting everywhere

An ash tray of an alley

A poem to the air

I think this one looks like a trip

Do you think she made this one strip?

I wish that I could feel like that

Oh no I guess my art is shit

I want you

To move me

I want to move

Out of the country

I want to remember my parents

I want to wake up in Berlin

'Till then

My Brooklyn is better than yours

My Brooklyn is better than yours

My friends would all agree

But my friends are all on tour

I left a girl in LAX

We called it love but it was sex

I try to hear her voice sometimes in Bryant Park when I'm alone

I wrote that in twelve other songs

I think I don't mean this at all

We called it sex but it was love

I guess the feeling comes and goes

Like I do

I think I thought I loved you

So I moved

To the other side of the world

To the other coast so I could brunch

So I could toast and say

My Brooklyn is better than yours

My Brooklyn is better than yours

My friends would all agree

But my friends are all on tour

Trash spray-painted gold

'Neath neon names

Sell outs can't be sold

In a stray cat kingdom

Now nowhere's home

Everywhere else is five years ago

In a magnificent bubble

In an oblivious bubble

In a stray cat kingdom

Strays say

My Brooklyn is better than yours

My Brooklyn is better than yours

My friends would all agree

But my friends are all on tour

My Brooklyn is better than yours

My Brooklyn is better than yours

My friends would all agree

But my friends are all on tour