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
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