Blackout Candle Toast

(speakerphone crackle) "Yeah, turn it up...

looks good in this light"

Blackout cake with a single spark ATM glow lighting up the dark

Checking the fit in a dirty club glass Raising a plastic cup

hoping it lasts

Tired of the flex,

tired of the chase Still spending money to fill up the space

(oh-oh-oh) We make a toast to the things we don't have

Dancing alone while the speakers go bad

Wax on my thumb from the candle we lit

Nothing feels real but we're trying to fit

Phone screen is buzzing,

I leave it on mute

Another sad night in an expensive suit

Tired of the flex,

tired of the chase

Still spending money to fill up the space

(oh-oh-oh) We make a toast to the things we don't have

Dancing alone while the speakers go bad

ATM glow...

(shh) Just a plastic cup and a cold spark