Lyrics The 3 Kids In Brooklyn

Well i left the town of sinners
Redneck priests and meth lab stalls
To find myself a few more just like me
The options pretty skinny
And the order's pretty tall
To swim the hippest waters in the sea
Somewhere in the sticky city
Driving back and forth
I found myself a squat in williamsburg
Nobody seemed the same
Sincerely this could be a curse
But everyone's the same with different shirts

I'm not sure what part about me
They can't understand
No one's really from here
They just all pretend
That's what they've been about
Those three kids left in brooklyn
Sure know how to spin me out

I see a guy named ian
Every morning at the store
Always dissing something with his eyes
He always wears a sweater
Even in the warmest weather
Not afraid to say what he despised
But i did a little searching you know
And much to my surprise
A few years back a metal cover band
He yelled at me and said
The internet is full of lies
And then i never saw ian again

I'm not sure what part about him
They can't understand
No one's really from here
They just all pretend
That's what they've been about
Those two kids left in brooklyn
They know how to spin me out

(i'm going back to atlanta)

I grabbed shots in decatur
With a girl that's on my block
She's the best drummer that i know
Her band's always struggling
And they always say they're juggling
All their schedules just to play a show
Working at american apparel
Selling women's clothes to guys
She got a call to play in someone's band
I don't know well
She don't want to do it, she's so broke
That she said screw it
Then i never spoke to her again

I'm not sure what part about her
She didn't understand
Nobody's really from here
They just all pretend
That's what they've been about
That one kid left in atlanta
Fuck this place, i'm getting out