tastefully depressed

Bruised shins and playgrounds

Brown paper sandwich bags tied up

A note from your mother

Don't smoke on the school grounds

Water turns to vodka

Apple juice to rum

You kiss her on her neck

Then tell her to leave when you're done

She's fearful of losin'

All the innocent excuses

Stop acting all oblivious

You're tastefully depressing me

Mickeys and hickeys

At sixteen, you're dreamin'

Of pretty girls in some irrelevant world

Now she's all alone

And you're on your own

Water turns to vodka

Apple juice to rum

You kiss her on her neck

Then tell her to leave when you're done

She's fearful of losin'

All the innocent excuses

Stop acting all oblivious

You're tastefully depressing me

Before you know her

She'll be gone

Swing sets at night

Cigarettes at dawn

Tastes so sweet

But it's almost gone

We're almost gone