A beautiful hipster heaven,
I was there I swear I can help
These Gen Zs understand...
There were no influencers
We danced drunk at concerts
Not on phones for content
No dating apps
to make you feel lonelier
We just made out with
Who was at the bar with you
There was no Chanel store,
Whole Foods, Apple, or matcha core
If you were a young broke artist
You could still afford
To Rent a room without a trust fund.
It wasn’t all sad glass towers
On the waterfront
We got lost all night
Backs of cabs, blurry lights,
Five of the same texts
Where are you going next?
Sharing cigarettes on fire escapes
Clawing for hope in recession’s wake
Williamsburg in 2008
Felt like the coolest place to be
And how excited we were
For brunch at Enid’s
Then walk around Smorgasburg.
I was off my face
When they filmed the show Girls
In front of my girl’s place.
By the early 2010s
It was clear it was the end
Any hint of pulse or vibe
Was bled completely dry
I guess there is no way top stop it
Ill be sad when Gucci opens in Bushwick
Willytown in 2026
Literally makes me sick and nostalgic
I’m not there but I swear
I can barely set foot on Bedford.