Thrift Store Alchemy

Dusty frame, twenty-four dollars

In a thrift-store mirror we shine

Looking like we ran out of time (ooh-ooh)

Fluorescent hum in the back of the store

I took a selfie by the fitting room door

You grabbed the jacket that I wanted to buy Said you'd wear

it better, looking me in the eye

(crystals shaking)

Quartz in my pocket,

keys in my hand Quartz in my pocket,

keys in my hand

In a thrift-store mirror we shine

Looking like we ran out of time (ooh-ooh)

We wore the outfits to the basement crowd

Crystal prisms hanging over the shroud

Everyday magic under basement beams

In a thrift-store mirror we shine

Looking like we ran out of time (ooh-ooh)

Twenty-four dollars

Yeah, we bought it anyway