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