Blocked In Breakroom

(whoa-oh-oh) Your number's blocked but you still wear the crown

In this break-room vending-machine glow We search for peace but we're only

slowing down

Five-minute honesty before we go

Out on the loading dock,

the cold air hits my face

We're pushing buttons we can never erase

But you're still running through my mind tonight

Underneath the artificial flashing light

Yeah, you're still running through my mind tonight

(yeah, tonight!)

I trace the outline of your silhouette

Through vending glass that always cools the spark

Five-minute honesty we won't forget

But now we're fading out into the dark

And then I deleted the history

No more phantom vibrations

It was never a mystery

Just our own expectations

Running through my mind (oh-oh-oh) Blocked forever but still there