510 Apt. 3 - Mourners

Remember two thousand twelve

Curled up on my greenish couch

Five one oh apartment three

You cried during Obama’s speech

Then ordered delivery

Menus that got shoved under our door

Kitchen sink cockroaches

Four AM drunk nachos

You worked and I made the bed

Jealousy psychosis

Neighbors sing in Polish

Black out on Ambien

We tried so hard

But our hardest wasn’t even enough

You jumped my car

Every morning 'cause the battery sucked

I’ll never be happy, I’m overreactin'

That’s not what I’m askin', don’t go

We tried so hard

Do you think that we could try it again?

Brooklyn was different then

Dollar stores and ninety-nine cents

The diner trapped in nineteen eighty-three

Lived off the GRL

But the G was kinda hell

Late at night especially

The shape of your mouth like a Japanese cartoon

The beautiful sound when you tried to sing background

Liquor store window

Drums but no cymbals

And I know just where to park

We tried so hard

But our hardest wasn’t even enough

It all went dark

When you thought I wasn’t someone to trust

I’ll never be happy

I’m overreactin'

That’s not what I’m askin', don’t go

I’m self-medicating, I’m repressing rage

Highest highs and the lowest lows

We tried so hard

Are you willin' to try it again?

We tried so hard

But our hardest wasn’t even enough

And I found God swimming in my serotonin

I’ll never be happy

I’m overreactin'

That’s not what I’m askin', don’t go

I’m self-medicating, I’m repressing rage

Highest highs and the lowest lows

We tried so hard

But our hardest wasn’t even enough

We tried so hard

Do you think that we can try it again?

Are you willin', yeah, to try it again?