cherries.

I don't taste like cherries anymore
Like the first time you kissed me at the telephone box
The glass was broken we were leaning over the edge
Dialling numbers off the top of our heads
I don't smell like strawberries anymore
I've smoked too much, right down to the roach
When did inhaling become second nature?
I don't even know her, why do I hate her?
Am I what you wanted me to be?
If not I'll try harder
I'll wear a short skirt with a smile
And I'll act more like the others
Super sweet, I'll be the perfect lover
I'll take this blue light radiation for you
And when I'm dying sick of cancer you'll know what to do
Pull out the rest of my frizzy hair
I'll be your vegetable
Will you even care?
My horoscope told me we should be together
Then again it said that my life is getting better
It's just wishful thinking and hope
Like giving a dog a bone
Then leaving him home alone
Am I what you wanted me to be?
If not I'll try harder
I'll wear lots of makeup or I won't, whichever you'd rather
I was just the rebound and somehow still flattered
What if when we all die
And the world keeps on living
I bet you won't regret giving the born-again Christians
On the street corner a hard time
In your defence you were honest but I nearly wish you'd lied
So that my anger could be justified
But now my tears have to gentrify
Am I still the one you wanted me to be?
Live out the plot of your screenplay
In my bones and in my soul
I gave you everything I owned
You got it all
You took everything you wanted from me