Plastic Cup Cheers

Your old number has a brand new owner now

Counting the exit signs,

tracing the wall

Beside an ATM that beeps too loud

Under the cold white glare,

standing tall (one, two,

three, four)

Toast the plastic cups under fluorescent shine We're just passing hours,

running out of time Yeah,

we toast the plastic cups,

let the rhythm take Every little promise we were bound to break (yeah)

We count the exits,

we count the exits

Dialed the digits but a stranger spoke In the corner booth where

the static broke

Another exit counted in the dark Just a plastic toast,

just a fading spark

Toast the plastic cups under fluorescent shine We're just passing hours,

running out of time Yeah,

we toast the plastic cups,

let the rhythm take

Every little promise we were bound to break (ooh)