Lemonade

You burn my throat like lemonade, Sour on my tongue but I still love the taste… You burn my throat like lemonade, I’ll take the sting for one more taste. Met you like a bad idea on a good night, Yellow dress, crooked grin in the blue light. You said, “I’m a habit, not a halo, babe,” I said, “Pour it out, I’ll worry ‘bout the crash you make.” Every kiss a hit I’m chasing to my own loss, Sugar on the rim, acid underneath the gloss. You warned me, “You’ll regret me in the daylight,” But every red flag turned gold in the bar lights. And I know better, yeah, I’ve seen this story, All the wreckage at the end of all that glory. But every time you say my name, I cave, I’d trade tomorrow for the way you misbehave. You burn my throat like lemonade, Sour on my tongue but I still love the taste, Every hit’s a sugar blade, Cut me open just to feel awake. You burn my throat like lemonade, I keep on drinking though I know I should change, If this is how I fade, I’ll take the sting for one more taste. Friends say you’re a storm dressed up in sunlight, Spilling through my walls, flooding every fault line. They don’t hear the static in your late calls, Don’t feel the way you pin me to these four walls. You’re the bitter at the bottom when the glass tilts, The afterburn that lingers when the rush wilts. Every time I swear I’m finally walking away, You twist a smile and I’m begging for another taste. I keep my promises until you’re laughing, Then every boundary turns into a backflip. You say, “You’re fine, you’ve always loved the chase,” And I believe it with your hands around my waist. You burn my throat like lemonade, Sour on my tongue but I still love the taste, Every hit’s a sugar blade, Cut me open just to feel awake. You burn my throat like lemonade, I keep on drinking though I know I should change, If this is how I fade, I’ll take the sting for one more taste. If this is slow self-destruction, Then let me choose the way I break. Stir your chaos in my stomach, Watch me shiver while I shake. If loving you’s a sugar crash, Then let me hit the floor in flames. You burn my throat like lemonade, I’ll die smiling with your taste. You burn my throat like lemonade, Sour on my tongue but I still love the taste, Every hit’s a sugar blade, Cut me open just to feel awake. You burn my throat like lemonade, I keep on drinking though I know I should change, If this is how I fade, I’ll take the sting for one more taste. You burn my throat like lemonade, Lemonade, lemonade. You burn my throat like lemonade, Pour it, pour it, pour it on me. You burn my throat like lemonade, Lemonade, lemonade. You burn my throat like lemonade…