Plastic Toast

I still hit send Just to see if the bubble appears

Oh, the blue light of the screen Is the brightest thing I've

seen While you're sitting in a car with the AC broken (yeah-eh)

I'm in the metaphysical aisle,

third row Between the lavender sprays and the rose quartz glow I

got a read receipt from a stranger's phone Your old number's new

owner is never alone

They raised a plastic cup to

a song on the radio

And it's a strange kind of magic

To see your ghost in the static

Oh, the blue light of the screen Is the brightest thing I've

seen While you're sitting in a car with the AC broken (yeah-eh)

And you're lifting up a plastic cup To a toast that we

left unspoken

Crystals on the dashboard shaking in the heat

Answering a message from a different street Is anybody listening?

(is anybody there?)

Oh, the blue light of the screen Is the brightest thing I've

seen While you're sitting in a car with the AC broken

(yeah-eh) And you're lifting up a plastic cup To a toast that

we left unspoken

Just a plastic cup With the AC broken Read receipt (hmmmm)