Lemonade
Drinking from a broken cup
That once was lemonade
I squeezed out of her gaze
Now it just tastes like beer
They sell at the parade
And down there everyday
Went to watch them in the sun
Throwing trash on everyone
Taking out with a broken hand
The garbage full of plans
I cant rummage through again
Walking with a broken foot
I got from kicking stones
Along your bending road
Went to pave it now I'm stuck
Half an hour out of luck