When we were sixteen we made a promise That when we turned twenty one We would meet again For a glass of orange juice Because he doesn't drink I never told him That I'm allergic to citrus But what is a drop of poison In a chalice of love?
Last month he turned twenty one And came close to breaking our promise He sent me a letter That nearly broke me I couldn't read it I dialed his number And begged for an answer Just like always, he did
But in those moments the world froze The dial tone felt like a death knell It was void, it was empty As if it were already a world without him As if it was a warning of what might be
And now I'm thirsty So very thirsty For that glass of orange juice