Blue Receipt Toast

Found a blue receipt in my pocket

From the corner store down the street

And we're running out of hours in these borrowed clothes Drinking to

a night we might never close Yeah,

we're holding up a plastic cup under the light

Living for the feeling of a perfect ride

Prom afterparty on a living room floor

No one really lives in this house anymore

We raise our hands,

toast the plastic cups

Waiting for the morning to catch up to us

And the headlights throw shadows on the wall

We don't care about tomorrow

at all

And we're running out of hours in these borrowed clothes Drinking to

a night we might never close Yeah,

we're holding up a plastic cup under the light

Living for the feeling of a perfect ride

Roll the windows down,

let the cold air in (let it in,

let it in) Where the ending stops is where we begin

Blue receipt, borrowed clothes Last-call elegance,

that's how it goes (yeah)