Nostalgia is being just a little bit Disappointed in everything around you You want something that looks so good and rosy But maybe that something's equally as disappointing That masks itself in whiskey sunlight And conversations till 4 in the morning Or maybe it's how we were together Your tired shoulders and my heavy forehead Remember the time we said "Whatever man... We have this all figured out" Say goodbye to your best friends In the apartment building you'd say you'd never leave But now you regret spending so much time on the floor Reading and writing songs that no one else was gonna hear There was so much smoke But not enough to help us fall asleep