Name That Thing

You drove us home
And I believed you
When you said that you were fine
But still I watched you
In the rearview
'Till you hit the New York skyline
And we drank and we talked shit and I was happy
Tried so desperately to hold on to the feeling
Of being young, and being sure, and being lucky
'Cause 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 we talked shit and I was happy
Tried so desperately to hold on to the feeling
Of being young, and being sure, and being lucky
'Cause I get down, and it’s so easy to feel nothing
Hey, whoa
Hey, whoa
And we drank and we talked shit and I was happy
Tried so desperately to hold on to the feeling
Of being young, and being sure, and being lucky
'Cause I get down, and it’s so easy to feel nothing
And we drank and we talked shit and I was happy
And we drank and we talked shit and I was happy
And we drank and we talked shit and I was happy
And we drank and we talked shit and I was happy