Five Minutes Away

Uno, dos...

Where you at?

He got three songs on the small-stage deck Texted 'five minutes away'

in a borrowed fit Prom tux pants and a giant stain on

the hem Still at the afterparty lying to them Under the heat,

under the light (calor) We make the wrong things feel so right

Bailando, bailando, the water is warm We run the club right into

the storm (dale!)

Closing time at the blue pool club

Chlorine smell mixed with the sub

He finally ran through the service gate

Two hours late with a paper plate

But he didn't even come here to play the show

He just wanted to see if she'd let him go

He brought the aux cord to play his heart

In a wet prom suit where the endings start (hahaha)

Five minutes away...

Yeah, right