Lemon

(Ha, yes, sir!) (One, two, three) I squeeze the fluid of our love Out of a lemon we paid too much for In some city we don't belong in That neither of us are from And I hate all your LA friends I got a sick set of hives from their conversations And if they keep talking about my God like that I think that I'll just I can't recall your heartbeat ever speeding up For you the taste is so much better than the pump Now if I was in the ocean with an open wound I wouldn't pray against Jonah's fate of being consumed I'd just sink to the siphonophore and hope it grows into my viscera And at low tide I know you'll be tempted to pull my body out and use me as an example But I'm one with the earth and a pagan god in my temple (In my temple) I can't recall your heartbeat ever speeding up For you the taste is so much better than the pump I should've been banking all those breaths you took Instead my lungs just fill with beige and classic coke Your mother saw me waiting tables and she asked if I was doing that "band thing" still I always finish what I start but I guess it's been almost a decade of this I know I'd never speak to you that way, ey So I hope I never speak to you again I can't recall your heartbeat ever speeding up For you the taste is so much better than the pump I should've been banking all those breaths you took Instead my lungs just fill with beige and classic coke