i still have smoke on my jacket
and stars in my eyes
sitting outside the house and talking ****
and there's no place i'd rather be
your dad knows there's beer in your cup
and my mom knows were inhaling flames
we stay up late just to regret it in the morning
talking about the times we watched the sunrise
we follow the glow of the lights
and walk these streets like we own the night
tripping over memories of a simpler time
in the backyard pool and on the porch
on the swings pretending we have wings
we may not have any money but we never needed the riches anyways
because brooklyn lovin'
is forever