(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
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
