Freeway Receipts

(yeah, yeah,

check) (hmmmm) Standing on a balcony,

the highway is a stream of red I look down at my

phone, reading things I never should have said Got a second profile

just to see who's looking back at me And I kept the

paper receipt from a coffee shop at three (why?) No reason,

just a habit of a life in overdrive Trying to prove to

strangers that I'm actually alive

Windows down, we fly beneath the summer night Insecure,

but baby, we look so polite Keep the receipt,

double-tap the screen

Living inside of a high-glam dream (yeah) Windows down,

we're chasing what we cannot hold Everything that glitters is a fake

kind of gold

Two accounts, two different lives,

I'm curation-prone Sitting in a luxury that makes me feel alone Still

got the paper slip folded in my leather coat Floating on a

cloud but I can barely stay afloat

(barely afloat) We dress up for the camera then we stare into

the dark Driving fast on the freeway,

looking for a place to park

Windows down, we fly beneath the summer night Insecure,

but baby, we look so polite Keep the receipt,

double-tap the screen

Living inside of a high-glam dream (yeah) Windows down,

we're chasing what we cannot hold Everything that glitters is a fake

kind of gold (ahhhh)

Just a paper slip in my pocket (yeah)

Lock it down, please don't unlock it

Is it real if it's on a screen?

Just a second screen Keep the receipt

Windows down (hmmmm)