We forgot these balloons in the back of the car

From your birthday last June

Now they’re stuck to the tarp

Half of them sinking

One scratching the glass

Little rubber moons that just refuse to pass

We’re like leftover balloons

Fading but we’re still in the room

Not as bright as we were at noon

But we’re hanging

Hanging

Hanging

We’re like leftover balloons

Floating on the edge of used

Not ready yet to come down soon

So we’re hanging

Hanging

Hanging

Crumbs in the cupholder

Tape on the dash

Your name in a marker that smeared with the trash

All of our plans in a plastic bouquet

Tangled on seat belts that still know your weight

We’re like leftover balloons

Fading but we’re still in the room

Not as bright as we were at noon

But we’re hanging

Hanging

Hanging

We’re like leftover balloons

All the color slightly bruised

But we’re laughing in the quiet gloom

Yeah we’re hanging

Hanging

Hanging

Do we pop

Do we crack

Do we drift into blue? (oh)

Or stay stuck to the ceiling

Just me here and you

It’s a silly little picture

But it’s stubbornly true

Every party ends

But I’m staying with you

We’re like leftover balloons

Fading but we’re still in the room

Not as bright as we were at noon

But we’re hanging

Hanging

Hanging

We’re like leftover balloons

Nothing perfect

Nothing new

But I’ll float here in this honest view

Just hanging

Hanging

Hanging with you