Faded denim sky, we’re counting neon stars,
your lipstick on my collar like a counterfeit scar.
Fold me like a dollar bill, sharp in yourback pocket,
spend me on a midnight thrill—yeah, we rocket.
Ink on your wrist says “trust no one,”
but your heartbeat’s rapping syncopated drums.
Let the city melt to silver rain,
we’re rich in sparks, broke in name;
crumple me, spend me, feel that heat,
love’s only real when it’s bittersweet.