Plastic Glass Toast

I'm not letting go,

keeping it close to the chest

You saw the spark in the dark,

and you know the rest (oh-oh-oh)

Hoodie still smelling like smoke on my collar

Late-night transit for a commuter dollar

Headphones on to block out the cold train track

But the memories are rushing right back

Walked through the door and my roommate was waiting

One look at my face,

no debating

Raised a plastic cup

in a silent toast

To the things we keep,

and the ones we love most

And the room starts to glow with a brand new light

Everything's clear in the middle of the night (ooh-ooh)

I'm not letting go,

keeping it close

to the chest

You

saw the spark

in the dark, and you know the rest (oh-oh-oh)

Close to the chest

Yeah, you know the rest (ahhhh)