252 Brighton Ave

It all started for me in 2014
I lost my mind and left the scene
For the city of the bean
And I cut my tooth on Brighton Ave
Living fast and living loose until I ran out of juice

And all it’s been is a yearning for the Northeastern wind
That I never called home

Didn’t realize I fell outta love
Crammed 2 XR of the 30 ones
Adderall and alcohol
In place of meals and healthy talks

But I was on top of everything
A chemically inflated brain
An ecstasy of proficiency
And sunken eyes from lack of sleep

And all it’s been is a yearning for the Northeastern wind
That I never called home

Then I saw your face in a garden space
Behind the place where I worked
You were tired too of the city-like zoo
But little did we know that we left to soon

And all it’s been is a yearning for the Northeastern wind
(That I never) That I never called home