you and Jack were laying in his rooftop ‘penthouse’. he was sprawled out on his back, arms stretched above his head. the half-empty bottle of whiskey stood a few inches away from his hand

You were on your back next to him, looking up at the starry sky. Jack took a swig from the bottle and offered it to you before looking back up at the sky

“Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep” he said. You glanced at him

“hm?”

“Dreamin' about the things that we could be” he continued, swinging his hand drunkenly around in the air “Old, but I'm not that old” he said, stretching “and I’m Young, but I'm not that bold. And I’m not sold on just doing what we're told” he mumbled