Drunk on nostalgia and it's running through my veins tonight It burns like alcohol, I convince myself it'll be alright Shot after shot of colorful past memories The glass clinks as I place it on the table My hands reach out for something stable Drunk on nostalgia and its running through my veins tonight It burns like alcohol, I convince myself it'll be alright Tipsy and rather wispy, I grasp forward toward you Nothing is clear, oh dear the world is spinning This is my inner demons winning Drunk on nostalgia and its running through my veins tonight It burns like alcohol, I convince myself it'll be alright It burns like alcholol It burns like alcohol