Sticky Wristband Serenade

Sticky dance floor, under the dim light A crumpled

paper band from

last night It says one-fourteen,

stamped on my wrist

But the hours got lost in the static and mist

Stranger in the mirror looking right back at me

Lying through their teeth,

saying 'five minutes away,

you'll see' (mmmmm)

I've got that petty confidence

Just a little bit of sweet pretense

Walking through the rain,

staying

out of frame

We're just playing

a beautiful game

Five minutes away, that's what you write

While the streetlights paint the ceiling tonight

Dusty air hanging in the room so still

If you won't say it,

then I guess I will

Sticky dance floor, one-fourteen

(five minutes away)