Spray of Goodbye

(mmm-hmmm) Oh, we spent it all on nothing

Dancing in the kitchen till we couldn't breathe Now we're

spinning in a spiral

A neon pink concert

wristband on the wet concrete

Right beside a spraying fire hydrant on the empty street

You left your oversized denim jacket on my dining chair

Now you're ordering tap water with a tired,

distant stare

Saying

you

should probably

call it a night

Oh,

we spent it all on nothing

Dancing in the kitchen till we couldn't breathe Now we're

spinning in a spiral

Another year older, sitting on the floor

Wondering what we're searching for (hmmmm)

Just a wristband

on the street

Water

on the concrete