Plastic Toast

(mumble vocal ad-lib) (hmmmmm)

Borrowed lighter in the cold

Your old number's new owner toasts

Plastic cup under the streetlamp glow Outside the blacked-out SUV,

putting on a show

Soft crime, hard luck,

counting up the bills Plastic cup toasts to the memories we killed

(to the memories, yeah) With a borrowed lighter and a broken code

Everything we built is about to explode

Inside the booth, counting bills in the dark

Fingers tracing paper looking for a spark Your old line rang,

but some stranger spoke

Now we're breathing in the secondhand smoke (secondhand smoke, oh)

But he said you left that life last year

Left a briefcase of regrets and fear

It's not your number anymore,

you ran

I'm holding keys to a different plan

No more calls

(no more calls) Just the sound of the machine counting

Borrowed lighter flickers out in the rain