Balcony Call

Wristband locked on a Friday night My phone screen is the only

light

Underneath the party flash Waiting for our worlds to crash

(on the balcony, yeah) And the group chat glows with a thousand

plans While I stare

at the plastic on my hands

Is it too late to run?

I was your plus-one,

now I'm out in the cold Waiting for a call from a

hand I used to hold On a balcony where the glitter turns

to gray Instant regret,

watch me drift away

(drift away, yeah)

No signal on the wire

Just the ash from a dying fire

(oh no, no

call tonight)

The party flash is developing slow

A static image of a girl I used to know

I am the point that you missed in the dark

Standing alone in this neon-less spark

No call... no call coming through...