We're sugar-free
With your herbal remedies
Apple-berry tea
Clip my mittens on my sleeve

Are you real?
I've forgotten if I feel
But flowers make you smile
As dandelions grow wild
I thought I saw you crying

With your book of poems
And a plastic leather coat
Alcohol and smoke
And a promise that I broke

Inside I'm dying
My face I'm hiding

We're sugar-free
Strung out on burgundy
Pomegranate trees
Soaked in nicotine

We're so high we're flying
The rain is driving
And the lightning's striking
And the wind is biting
It's gonna be a while then
Till these streets are dry again