Jacket Moves

(mhm,

yeah)

Security camera watching from the corner of the ceiling I'm checking my

hair, hiding every single feeling

He left his designer jacket on the plastic chair Walked right out

mid-sentence, acting like he didn't care

Now he's back inside the VIP section

Nobody asked for this grand direction.

Glamour on the outside,

looking like a dream But nothing's ever quite as solid as it

seems We pretend we're golden,

flashing in the dark Trying so hard just to make a spark

(so hard, yeah)

Phone screen glowing, filming our own little movie Just an elevator ride

but we act so groovy Staring at the brushed metal,

catching the reflection

Struggling to find a genuine connection

He’s buying bottles that we can't afford

Looking super rich, feeling super bored.

Glamour on the outside,

looking like a dream

But nothing's ever quite as solid as it seems We pretend we're

golden, flashing in the dark Trying so hard just to make a

spark

Just a camera in the corner

Watch us walk away (away,

yeah)