"BROOKLYN SNOW" [2013]


Twenty years old

And done with school

My soul is cold

Kid, I’m a fool

Rabbit tastes good

I would know

Rabbit tastes good

With Brooklyn snow

 

Twenty years old

And scared of sex

Like car-crash dreams

In bloody beds

The comedown’s bad

I would know

It’s driving me mad

The Brooklyn snow

 

This Brooklyn snow

Blow holes in my nose

 

But a peace comes and goes

One friend among foes

Then the shadow, it grows

Haunting my throes 

So I try to spit out only the woes

I got a mouthful of coal, though

And snow

 

This Brooklyn snow

Blow holes in my nose

My freezer-burned toes

My dirty old clothes

This Brooklyn snow

Blow holes in my nose

My freezer-burned toes

My dirty old clothes

 

I swear I’d sell all my bones

To pay off the loans

No heat in my home

So I eat Brooklyn snow