You drove us home and I believed you when you said that you were fine. Still I watched you, from the rearview until we hit the New York skyline.
And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.
Tried so desperately to hold onto the feeling,
Of being young, of being sure, of being lucky.
Cuz I get down and it's so easy to feel nothing.
The night closed in around us as you sang about a girl.
Did you love her? It doesn't matter because our lungs are filled with air we've never breathed before and it's so fucking cold it hurts. We'll leave it all behind us in this basement in Rhode Island.
And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.
Tried so desperately to hold onto the feeling,
Of being young, of being sure, of being lucky.
Cuz I get down and it's so easy to feel nothing.
And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.
And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.
And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.

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