Its not that I don't wanna love you
Its not that I'm really over it, you know
Its just that I can't watch us bleed to death
When we used to be
Brooklyn Nights happy.

I found an old pair of
Keys in my purse that opened
The walkup we shared
How did they get there, jerk?
I wanna see you there
I wanna make it work.
I didn't [bad word] my hair
And my lashes are falling
Off of seven years
Of our bad luck dating.
I want one last night there,
Brooklyn Night affair.

Its not that I don't want to love you
Cause I really tried, and I
Just wanna hang with the old you
For just one Brooklyn Night adieu.
Have a drink with your former self
We both won't act like someone else
Maybe then we'd both tell the [bad word] 
For just one Brooklyn Night adieu