tastefully depressed

Bruised shins and playgrounds Brown paper sandwich bags tied up A note from your mother Don't smoke on the school grounds Water turns to vodka Apple juice to rum You kiss her on her neck Then tell her to leave when you're done She's fearful of losing All the innocent excuses Stop acting all oblivious You're tastefully depressing me Mickeys and hickeys At 16, your dreaming of pretty girls In some irrelevant world Now she's all alone And you're on your own Water turns to vodka Apple juice to rum You kiss her on her neck Then tell her to leave when you're done She's fearful of losing All the innocent excuses Stop acting all oblivious You're tastefully depressing me Before you know her, she'll be gone Swing sets at night, cigarettes at dawn Tastes so sweet, but it's almost gone We're almost gone