A Brooklyn Rooftop

Brooklyn. A skyline. A rooftop. A cold night in January
Goddamn I've missed my friends. Chain smoke and and talk shit
We'll suck down bottles of cheap champagne. Goddamn I've... I've missed my friends

Sometimes when I'm alone I think of all the damage that we've done
When we were young and unafraid
Sometimes being all right means we're not as fucked up as we used to be
Somehow I knew we'll be alright. No matter how fucked up we used to be

We had our West Coast nights our cheap red wine our pockets full of white
We carried what we thought were broken hearts
But the time marched on and we did too
It's a shame we grew apart
But maybe that's why it feels so good to see you now

Of all the gin joints in the world what are you doing here what am I doing here
Of all the rooftops in the world I see you here

Sometimes being all right means we're not as fucked up as we used to be
Somehow I knew we'll be alright. No matter how fucked up we used to be

Sometimes when alone I sit and think of the damage that we done when we were young and unimpressed