High Five Handshake

Moth in the mirror Little corner of the alley Leaf plastered to the sidewalk Reflective puddle, translucent feather It's a high-five, not a handshake I know It's a high-five, not a handshake I know You got the TV on I'm in the pile of trash room Hock a looey on the curb Just like you used to Pull your hair back slow Suck the smoke in fast though Cigar man on the stoop Has been telling the truth, ya know? I saw you sitting back there You made it like a cash sale But it's a handshake No, it's a high-five It's a high-five, not a handshake though It's a handshake, not a high-five though Oh-oh