Pink lemonade dripping from my lips
Sweet sugary candy quips
Twisted words and tangy smiles
To convince you that it’s all worthwhile
Take a sip and you’ll be caught
By this sweet and sour lemon drop

Infinities are a concept best left to the maths
Youth has an expiration date and existence means there’s death
How can one even truly claim to comprehend the idea of such eternity
When language holds the words of demise and inevitable fatality
Existence was never requested yet here we still stand to this day
But nothing lasts forever which is proven when we pass away

You always call me buttercup and never by my name
And that your end goal is to have my heart even though I’m convinced it’s just a game
But if you call me buttercup I don’t think I can hold back any longer
Because you see, dear handsome, just like the name you call I want to be your pretty flower

I see the frozen flowers with stems cut long as they lay upon the icy ground
And wonder to self what could this mean to see the petals scattered round
For ‘tis still Winter that nips the air and the chill that draws the silence
But the budding rose upon the snow creates a contrast stark and violent

If I hide myself all in my phone I can pretend that no ones even home and that you won’t have a chance at ever finding me
‘Cause if I lash out against my own skin as the panic excruciatingly starts sinking in I’ll be forced to stare this monster in the face
So instead I’ll punch the looking glass and never dare to once look back for to flinch when I’m in pain is to be weak
I’ll tie a noose from the strings on this guitar and hang the straight end from the stars so when I jump I’ll be illuminated by the moon
Don’t ask questions when you can’t speak it’s better not knowing anything so just pay the bill when the coroner comes for cash
My rings are yours and that guitar too though it may not play the same for you seeing as a crucial component is missing from the frets
And as my heart beats on in vain yet my sanity is but down the drain you may rest assured I gave it all I had up ‘til the end
I’m just sorry you have to dawn all black again

You are born into this life given no choice but to live it
Until you reach that certain age where death is always present
No one warns you that existence is but survival of the fittest
I guess that Darwin knew what he was saying when he predicted that the weak don’t seem to make it
Youth in this society are bombarded from all directions
But how can we account for that when we’re told we shouldn’t be defenseless
“You have nothing to ever worry about”, “you’re being dramatic and hysteric”
Well thanks that really solves the issue that we don’t want to end up like our parents
So its a cycle with an end and we can always see it coming
Our humanity is directly connected to knowing the inevitability of dying
So we’ll pay our bills and work til late to pay off the student debt we never wanted
And let the records show that it’s normal for our bodies to not be lived in but merely haunted

There’s nothing like that time
You spent growing up too fast
Those frozen popsicles of lime
That just never seemed to last
From running to the fridge
To tripping in the dirt
There’s nothing more I miss
Then being a kid with a green stained shirt