Aftertaste

Fruit punch, fizzy sticks, pop like stardust
Taste the alcohol on my tongue
Know I've had enough of your heart
On the tip of my tongue, wanna spill my guts out
'Till it stops being fun (oooh)

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

'Cause I'm gonna fall for you
Hoping that you stay Eastern afternoons with gin in Junes
Pouring down sweetly under our shoes
But oh it's true
The bitter end always comes back to prove we're made for two
We're just two strangers in the same room

Dark hair, dizzy eyes, dance like daisies
You're the love bomb I sip on daily
Sugarcoat lips talk sweet, but emptier than my cup
That's all you take in

Down the part of mixed drinks and depression
But you're so damn hot, it adds to the tension
When you return I want your attention
More than ever, guess I don't remember when I fall

Fruit punch, fizzy sticks, pop like stardust
Taste the alcohol on my tongue
Know I've had enough of your heart
On the tip of my tongue, wanna spill my guts out
'Till it stops being fun (yeah)

On the bodies 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 (arrest)

Call it fate, too soon
On a carousel, what's new?
Going 'round and 'round, so high
At the bitter end baby, what can I do?

But call it fate, too soon
Could we run this back before I lose you?
'Round and 'round, so high
At the bitter end baby, what can I do?

Bitter end baby, what can I do?
Bitter end baby, what can I do? (what can I)
Bitter end baby, what can I do?
Bitter end baby, what can I do?