When you're riding on the L-Train But you don't know where you've been And you find yourself passed out again All covered up in sand You imagine you've adventured Made your way out to the shore But you really just fell down in Brooklyn On the Surfbar floor Met a girl working on Bowery At a bar the week before And you hung out once and saw a band And she tried to move nextdoor That night the building caught on fire So you took it as a sign You'd have to go and end things quick Before your lives become entwined I'm staring at my past self setting in the sun We were young and all entitled to our fun But now i'm wondering if that person's still inside Inside Inside Well it started on a Sunday You had gone out for some brunch And before you even knew it You'd become a cocktail sponge You had told her that you'd help her Yeah, you were going to help her move But your friends said once you're in that deep There's really nothing you can do I'm staring at my past self setting in the sun We were young and all entitled to our fun But now i'm wondering if that person's still inside Inside Inside