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[Verse 1]
Street vendor packing up slow
Plastic chairs stacked like bones
You trace my name in spilled rum
On a wobbling table, humming my secrets

[Chorus]
Meet me under midnight palms
Where the jokes get dark and soft
You laugh like you might stay
You sway like you might leave
Midnight palms
Hold our crimes of make-believe
Till the sun comes asking questions

[Verse 2]
Your lipstick on my beer glass
Crooked halo in cheap neon blue
You say, “Love’s a petty thief”
I check my pockets
Something’s missing

[Chorus]
Meet me under midnight palms
Where the jokes get dark and soft
You laugh like you might stay
You sway like you might leave
Midnight palms
Hold our crimes of make-believe
Till the sun comes asking questions

[Bridge]
We don’t dance
We negotiate distance
Half a step closer
Half a truth given (oh yeah)
Your hand on my shoulder
Like a casual curse
I let it happen
I let it hurt

[Chorus]
Meet me under midnight palms
Where the jokes get dark and soft
You laugh like you might stay
You sway like you might leave
Midnight palms
Hide our almost, half-believed
Till the sun comes asking questions