Plastic Cup Toasts

(mumble vocalizing) (mmm-mmm) Your phone screen lights up at three in the

morning

Same old story, no warning

Standing on the balcony,

looking down

Above the ghosts in this quiet town

Toasting plastic cups to what we left behind (yeah)

High above the crowd we used to know

Counting cash in the booth below

Yeah you only call when the lights are low

(only call when they're low)

On the balcony, watching them below

Plastic cup filled with cheap red wine

We both pretend that we're doing fine

But you're just looking for a temporary escape From the memories we

can't erase

But wait, you didn't call to reminisce

There's a bag in your jacket,

a quiet risk You said we're crossing the line tonight

Leaving the party, taking the flight

(we're running now)

Just a plastic cup on the edge Standing

on the ledge

(watching them go) (yeah)