Plastic Cup Toast
(oooh yeah)
Two AM
in the basement light
Asking where the highway goes tonight
You hold a plastic cup,
we make a toast
Underneath the neon, looking like a ghost And your hoodie smells like
chimney smoke
Dryer sheets and a cheap camera lens
Lost in the wash where the night begins
Retro game crush, pixelated and true I'm spinning in the spin cycle,
looking at you (oh
baby)
A pocket full of coins,
we watch the spin
Not quite sure
where the borders begin
You frame the shot on a cracked phone screen
Best mistake that I have ever seen Dryer sheets and a cheap
camera lens
Lost in the wash where the night begins
Retro game crush, pixelated and true I'm spinning in the spin cycle,
looking at you
Lost in the laundry room...
Just a phone clip on repeat (yeah)