Fruit punch
fizzy sticks
pop like stardust
taste the alcohol
on my tongue
know ive had
enough of your heart
on the tip of my tongue
wanna spill my guts out
til it stops being fun

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 ...