So There - Ben Folds
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
