Brooklyn, You're Killing Me

Okay, all right.
(Just let me think)
My Heart is a troubled captain in poisoned television waters
I had this air-conditioned nightmare like that book you gave to me last summer
That made me think that everything was so much worse than it really was
My heart is a troubled captain but let’s not get caught up in the weather
I could keep searching for the meaning, try, try to keep this all together
But you’ve got green eyes like the forest, I got lost in on the way to some other life
Brooklyn, Brooklyn my dear
Brooklyn my dear you’re killing me
Brooklyn, Brooklyn my dear
Brooklyn my dear you’re killing me
My hand is a brain-dead magnet so I keep waking up on fire
Beneath this low-rise second city that’s turning good men into liars
And maybe I’m not all that good but I was better in your west coast bed
My hand is a brain-dead magnet but let’s not get caught up on connections
I could keep searching for a meaning but I’m still looking for directions
I was baptized in your parent’s pool in Southern California then I fled
Brooklyn, Brooklyn my dear
Brooklyn my dear you’re killing me
Brooklyn, Brooklyn my dear
Brooklyn my dear you’re killing me
My hand is a brain-dead magnet so I keep waking up on fire
Beneath this low-rise second city that’s turning good man into liars
Brooklyn, Brooklyn my dear
Brooklyn my dear you’re killing me
Brooklyn, Brooklyn my dear
Brooklyn my dear you’re killing me