

Hoodie smells
like smoke On a balcony above
Empty room, crowded floor
We don't live here anymore
Oh, we don't live here anymore
The plus-one became the point Smiled for the story
And meant none of it (yeah)
Looking down on people we used to know
Fading in the strobe light glow
(oh yeah)
Empty room, crowded floor We don't live here anymore
Oh, we don't live
here anymore
Just a balcony above...
(smoke on a balcony)