Plastic Cup Toast

(ay, ay)

Behind the DJ booth curtain

We pose like we are certain Toast the plastic cups under the

flash Before the morning ruins our laugh

She pretends the photo is candid

But we planned exactly where the hand went

Running from the bass shake in the floor

Sneaking through the emergency door

And you laugh like it's a movie we made

In the corner where the gold lights fade (yeah)

Behind the DJ booth curtain

We pose like we are certain Toast the plastic cups under the

flash Before the morning ruins our laugh

Last call echoes through the lobby tile

We share a secret,

a pixelated smile

Your coat is torn but you wear it fine

Trying to freeze this slice of time

Even if the image blurs away

We had the best part of the day (ooh-wah)

Behind the DJ booth curtain

We pose like we are certain Toast the plastic cups under the

flash Before the morning

ruins our laugh

Behind the curtain... Toast the plastic cups...

(yeah,

toast them high)