Keycard Confession

Checking the fit, checking the fit (under your breath)

Cheap plastic keycard sliding in the slot

Speakerphone ringing, telling me what you are not

Pretending it's a candid in a club mirror glass

We strike a pose we know will never last

In the VIP booth,

we watch the shadows spin Bitter and sweet,

let the night begin

Shiny glass, bittersweet hearts in the dark

Lost the keycard, we left no mark

Oh,

we fake the candid,

checking the fit

Under the flash where the dream is lit

Speakerphone crackles with a distant goodbye

In the mirror checking the fit,

telling a lie

Shiny gold VIP pass hanging from your hand

Waiting for a beat that we both understand

Shiny glass, bittersweet hearts in the dark Lost the keycard,

we left no mark

Oh, we fake the candid,

checking the fit

Under the flash where the dream is lit

Checking the fit, checking the fit (bittersweet,

bittersweet)