Cherry

You were my favorite vice

I replaced you with another

And another and another one

I'm not even good at smoking anymore

It's making me cough

I feel stupid as hell

I should be going to the gym

And take care of myself

Should be praying off my sins

But I'm so in denial, baby

Parting oceans with my hands

Take a match to my whole city

Text my friends like, what's the plan?

Waiting for the big bad thoughts to stop

Play dead when I'm depressed

I'm melting, I'm a mess

You're the cherry on top

That was my favorite night

Spilling whiskey in my lap just

To buy me another one

I'm not really good at talking anymore

Don't make me laugh

I feel lonesome as hell

I should text you, "How ya been?"

Take my lipstick off the shelf

I should be writing my next hit

But I don't want another, baby

I want you to hold my hand

Throw my old name in the fire

Pretend that I've got a plan

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

Like a damsel in distress

I'm melting, I'm a mess

You're the cherry on top

Living like you'd notice if I stopped

I'm posing statuesque

I'm settling for less

You're the cherry on top