When Alcohol Tastes Like Juice
I've been spinning
For a long time
Can't tell if it's my age
Always lost on
What's wrong or what's right
Getting harder day by day
When I stand on paper
I get writing on my shoes
Walk a minute with some words
Drag the story through my room
Wasting money on my future
Saving coins to buy a rush
Being poison to my closest
Ones losing who I trust
Oh
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
Banking on games that I lose
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
Blind when the sting tastes like juice
So much info
at my fingertips
Yet I don't know where start
Everyone that's my age
So stuck yet focused
Running quickly over tar
Hourglass is draining
My life dictated by sand
Always laughing at my torture
With a wine glass in my hand
Panicked when I'm not creating
And I'm anxious when I am
Diagnosing every feeling
Finding where my hell began
Oh
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
Banking on games that I lose
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
Blind when the sting tastes like juice
oh
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
oh
Blind when the sting tastes like juice
So we sober up
Pound the water
Clear the toxins from our veins
Gratification
ain't instant
Don't mask it in temporary ways
When I stand on paper
I get writing on my shoes
Walk a minute with some words
Drag the story through my room
You can hydrate for the future
Don't spend coins just for a rush
Being stable for my closest ones
Being who I trust
oh
Sweet like fruit
oh
This alcohol tastes like juice
For a long time
Can't tell if it's my age
Always lost on
What's wrong or what's right
Getting harder day by day
When I stand on paper
I get writing on my shoes
Walk a minute with some words
Drag the story through my room
Wasting money on my future
Saving coins to buy a rush
Being poison to my closest
Ones losing who I trust
Oh
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
Banking on games that I lose
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
Blind when the sting tastes like juice
So much info
at my fingertips
Yet I don't know where start
Everyone that's my age
So stuck yet focused
Running quickly over tar
Hourglass is draining
My life dictated by sand
Always laughing at my torture
With a wine glass in my hand
Panicked when I'm not creating
And I'm anxious when I am
Diagnosing every feeling
Finding where my hell began
Oh
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
Banking on games that I lose
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
Blind when the sting tastes like juice
oh
Sippin on what's sweet like fruit
oh
Blind when the sting tastes like juice
So we sober up
Pound the water
Clear the toxins from our veins
Gratification
ain't instant
Don't mask it in temporary ways
When I stand on paper
I get writing on my shoes
Walk a minute with some words
Drag the story through my room
You can hydrate for the future
Don't spend coins just for a rush
Being stable for my closest ones
Being who I trust
oh
Sweet like fruit
oh
This alcohol tastes like juice
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Writer(s): Natalie Claro
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