Isaac Bowen

You lost your keys, I lost my voice tonight
But it’s alright
Got this song in our hearts
Getting louder with each passing second
Got no concern for the morning after
Not leaving Murphy’s 'til I hear Sinatra
'Til I hear Sinatra
Old New York, what a town it must have been
When compared to broken glasses, this town’s scene
Saturday left me stranded in the street
I’ve done a lot of stupid shit
But I take back nothing
I’ve had a good day down here
I’ve got another one coming
I’ve done a lot of stupid shit
What was once lit up and golden
Sunday came and stole it
And I was fucked up on roundies the night you found me
And fuck, I wish you never found me
I’ve done a lot of stupid shit
But I take back nothing
I’ve had a good day down here
I’ve got another one coming
I’ve done a lot of stupid shit
But I take back nothing
I’ve had a good day down here
I’ve got another one coming
I’ve done a lot of stupid shit