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 L.A. 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—

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, 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