[Intro] Tag still scratching at my neck Smile like the check cleared [Verse 1] Lobby marble, scuffed heel, borrowed black card Doorman says “Mr.,” I pretend I’m not caught off guard Room key in a sleeve from a budget motel I say “penthouse view,” though the curtains don’t gel You ask what I drink, I say “whatever’s rare” Then I google the menu like I’ve been there I know how to nod when the old money talks But my cuff eats my hand when I gesture and walk [Chorus] Rented white jacket, sleeves too long I’m playing the part, but the fit feels wrong Champagne smile with a coupon plan I’m almost the man that I say I am Rented white jacket, collar too tight Borrowed their language for one more night If I keep my chin up and my story straight Maybe I’ll grow into the clothes I fake [Verse 2] You say, “That’s a nice watch,” I say, “Family thing” It’s a pawnshop special with a loose little spring I tuck in the tag when you look my way Then it slips back out like it’s got something to say I’ve memorized three names on the donor wall Still can’t tell the coat check from the ballroom hall You ask if I’m nervous; I say, “Not at all” Then I practice that laugh in the mirrored stall [Chorus] Rented white jacket, sleeves too long I’m playing the part, but the fit feels wrong Champagne smile with a coupon plan I’m almost the man that I say I am Rented white jacket, collar too tight Borrowed their language for one more night If I keep my chin up and my story straight Maybe I’ll grow into the clothes I fake [Bridge] When the bill comes, I check my phone Like a call from home could get me gone You say, “Come on, you’re doing fine” I laugh, then smooth the borrowed line Maybe a little nerve can pass for class Maybe I can make this borrowed life last [Final Chorus] Rented white jacket, sleeves too long I’m playing the part, but the fit feels wrong Champagne smile with a coupon plan I’m almost the man that I say I am Rented white jacket, collar too tight Borrowed their language for one more night If I keep my chin up and my story straight Maybe I’ll grow into the clothes I fake [Outro] Tag still scratching at my neck Smile like the check cleared Sleeves past my knuckles I’m still here
