Receipt in Hand

(mhhmm) There's a stranger in the mirror holding up a hand And we're

writing down a promise neither understands (yeah)

I found a folded paper tucked inside my sleeve

A fading shop receipt for tea I didn't drink

And on my screen the cursor blinks and blinks away

In a chat window that I really ought to close today

And the rain hits the window pane

While the static sings your name

There's a stranger in the mirror holding up a hand And we're

writing down a promise neither understands (oh-oh)

Keep the receipt, leave the screen,

rewrite the plan

I keep the window open just to see your icon glow

But the green dot is a lie we both already know

There's a stranger in the mirror holding up a hand And we're

writing down a promise neither understands

(mhhmm, close the chat)