She left the taste of melancholic lemonade on my tongue.
Was it good to see her again with Someone?
Will this jealousy I thought I had conquered ever stop conquering me?
Man she doesn\'t look a day past the night the final straw
broke the camels back
in Milton Keynes.
What a ridiculous thing it was to come between us and what a hideous place that town is.
Whatever, I guess, I should be over it by now, but I\'ve still got the taste of lemonade in the back my mouth, the drink we drank to help us catch our breath
The night we gave our virginity to each other on that king size hotel bed, in a moment of inspiration I did that thing with her legs, I\'d never seen a body make that shape or a face make that expression before then, then we drunk all the whiskey from the mini fridge, we were only 16, something to be proud of I guess, I pretended to like the taste to prove my manliness, she pretended not to be drunk, I played along until the desk, toppled over with her nelt on, trying to do her best impression of a seductive mistress, I\'ve never seen something so beautiful turn into such a beautiful mess, but I digress..