Broken Lighter Serenade

Borrowed a lighter from a face I don't know

Soft-launching secrets in the backseat glow

Our rideshare hums through the late night street While a

dying speaker plays a backyard beat (ahhhh)

The polaroid is still developing slow

Instant regret in the high-contrast glow

We danced on the edge of a beautiful mistake

Too fast to feel,

too late to wake Spinning around in the flash of the light

Losing our minds on a Friday night

(yeah) Instant

regret, oh, it feels so sweet Instant regret to the back-alley beat

Did we leave too early?

Did we say too much?

Just a ghost in the static

Of a borrowed touch

Lost in the flash...

Developing slow...