Aftertaste

Fruit punch, fizzy sticks, pop like stardust Taste the alcohol on my tongue Know I've had enough of your heart On the tip of my tongue, wanna spill my guts out 'Till it stops being fun (oooh) My body's at the booth in the palm of the DJ My head can't seem to grip anything but the aftertaste of you When we say goodbye, not a handshake Melancholy cardiac arrest 'Cause I'm gonna fall for you Hoping that you stay Eastern afternoons with gin in Junes Pouring down sweetly under our shoes But oh it's true The bitter end always comes back to prove we're made for two We're just two strangers in the same room Dark hair, dizzy eyes, dance like daisies You're the love bomb I sip on daily Sugarcoat lips talk sweet, but emptier than my cup That's all you take in Down the part of mixed drinks and depression But you're so damn hot, it adds to the tension When you return I want your attention More than ever, guess I don't remember when I fall Fruit punch, fizzy sticks, pop like stardust Taste the alcohol on my tongue Know I've had enough of your heart On the tip of my tongue, wanna spill my guts out 'Till it stops being fun (yeah) On the bodies at the booth in the palm of the DJ My head can't seem to grip anything but the aftertaste of you When we say goodbye, not a handshake Melancholy cardiac arrest (arrest) Call it fate, too soon On a carousel, what's new? Going 'round and 'round, so high At the bitter end baby, what can I do? But call it fate, too soon Could we run this back before I lose you? 'Round and 'round, so high At the bitter end baby, what can I do? Bitter end baby, what can I do? Bitter end baby, what can I do? (what can I) Bitter end baby, what can I do? Bitter end baby, what can I do?