Plastic Cup Toast

It's past eleven on the glowing screen

Your name is active in the corner space

You type a message from your kitchen counter

Leaving a trail I can't erase

(hmmm) You casually mention that cafe down in Austin

A place we planned

but never got to go

The kitchen coffee's turning cold and bitter

And there's a plastic cup toast we used to know

And we were holding onto plastic cups

Making a toast to things we'll never see

Now you're online but miles away

Just a name on a screen

to me (ohhh)

Yes we were holding onto plastic cups Making a toast to things

we'll never see

Now you're online but miles away Just a name on a screen

to me

(miles away...)