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Behind the VIP rope barrier

I still stare at the same glass Your old number's got a

brand new owner now

Waiting on a ring that won't pass

I keep the screen lit,

a memory frozen

(yeah) A picture of us from that late night in Boston

I hold this screenshot I should probably delete

Under the pale glow out on the street Your old line is

silent, nobody home

Just another stranger holding the phone

(no, oh-oh)

We skipped the coat check,

ran through the back door

Cold rain on your designer shoes

Now it's someone else's screen that lights up With a message they

can't use

(hahah) I hold this screenshot I should probably delete Under the pale

glow out on the street Your old line is silent,

nobody home

Just another stranger holding the phone

Delete it all... (yeah,

mmmm)