Ice Machine Smiles

(ooh, yeah) Locked out,

but you're glowing in the screen light Faking every grin under the

street light Yeah, you look so perfect on my phone tonight (so

perfect) Blocked your number,

but you're still in my head In the ice-machine alcove,

ignoring what you said You're posing with a smile that you don't

even mean While a gas-station coffee cup sits on the scene (ahhh)

I see the glass and the quartz on the shelf

I'm trading my sanity for mental health

And it's about to spill over (here we go)

Locked out, but you're glowing in the screen light Faking every grin

under the street light

Yeah, you look so perfect on my phone tonight (so perfect)

Frozen water humming inside of the wall I'm filming this plastic cup,

watching it fall One picture on my phone is all that remains

Of the cold motel hallway and driving in rains (hummmm)

Locked out, but you're glowing in the screen light Faking every grin

under the street light Yeah,

you look so perfect on my phone tonight (so perfect)

(glowing on my phone tonight)