Brooklyn's Burning

I remember being young when I would pass out on the floor, in Blackstone where the ground was hard but my bed was far too warm. My restless bones they scared you, you said next year I'd feel home but you never could bring yourself to ever leave Buffalo. And maybe its my curse, but the alternative is worse. Instead of staying stuck forever I will forever search. I wouldn't change the way that I was raised, but maybe its my turn to go. Brooklyn's burning a hole in my soul. Brooklyn's calling me all the way home. Maybe it'll fix me before I fall apart, maybe I'll find my peace of heart that went missing before I knew that it was there. But I still hear the shouts they're still ringing oh so loud in my brain, from the night you took me away. I wouldn't change the way that I was raised, but maybe this year's not worth the fight. Brooklyn's burning a hole in my soul. Brooklyn's calling me all the way home. I've never felt quite right in my own skin, Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.