I could find myself In the living room Between the couch cushions And the beer bottles Could you spare me some change I've gotta take the train Back to the suburbs Eat through all my leftovers it's Not that hard To run away It's not that fucking difficult To just stay Where did I leave my brain again I thought I had solved all the Problems I had With my friends Where do I fit in To your scenic overlook at a Coffee shop Somewhere in Brooklyn Your name Looks so divine Littered all across my notebooks In my lazy fifth grade cursive I wrote you a letter And here's something better It's only been three days Since we met at your place If time makes no sense then Spring forward and fall back again And I'm terrified Of losing my closest friends Cause all they want is my Social presence But I think I'll go back to Brooklyn Again I'm a suburban burnout and I could use a hand