Brooklyn, You're Killing Me - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

Okay, alright, just let me think

Alright, just let me think

Just let me think

My heart is a troubled captain in poisoned television waters

I have 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 on the weather

I could keep searching for the meaning

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 braindead 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 braindead 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 parents' 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 braindead magnet

So I keep waking up on fire

Beneath this low rise second city

That’s turning good men into liars

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear

Brooklyn, my dear, you’re killing me

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear

Brooklyn, my dear, you’re killing me

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear

Brooklyn, my dear, you’re killing me

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear

Brooklyn, my dear, you’re killing me

You’re killing me

You’re killing me

Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Brooklyn, Brooklyn

You’re killing me

Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Brooklyn, Brooklyn