on friday i thought of brooklyn

On friday i thought of brooklyn And i got jealous of some other version of me Sitting on your front porch playing my guitar And writing tablature for amelie Maybe that's why I teared up a little Spinning in class and circling riddles Half of me's here and the other half's here nor there The other half's stuck in the middle The other half's stuck in the middle I arrived at JFK at midnight and i drove to your place And we talked until one You said I looked tired I wasn't offended I hadn't had a chance to think till I sat down Maybe that's why I never stop moving Try as I might no clue what I'm doing Coulda just lied and said I was fine But then i break down with both of us losing Maybe I'm angry maybe I'm bitter Man if you lose then I'm not a winner I better write it down before I miss out on a route that could shake it all On friday i thought of brooklyn And i got jealous of some other version of me Sitting on your front porch playing my guitar And writing tablature for amelie Maybe that's why I teared up a little Spinning in class and circling riddles Half of me's here and the other half's here nor there The other half's stuck in the middle