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Ah, 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-

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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
The 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

Writer(s): Carson Pace

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