Karaoké Unsweetened Lemonade Amélie Farren

My eyes are made of acid and my tongue is sharp with spite

Attention whore with too much pride there's no one I wouldn't fight

I don't like confrontation but I'm starin' at the sun

I won't quit until my eyes go red

I'll finish what's begun

I fucked the reaper 'cos I knew my time was comin', can't you see

I was either gonna die at twelve or ninety-fuckin'-three

I'd do anything for twenty bucks

I'd sell my sour soul

'Cos lemonade is bitter 'till you sweeten up the bowl

I'm sittin' in the bathroom

I'm cryin' citrus tears

Everything I used to love decayed over the years

It's hard to finish sentences

I'll sell my pride instead

'Cos it's easier to focus

I'm just the price above my head

People think I'm pretty so I'll buy a hotel room

One bed trope without the tension the child and her groom

I fucked the reaper 'cos I knew my time had come, why can't you see

I didn't die at twelve

I guess I'm here 'till ninety-three

I'd do anything for twenty bucks

I'd sell my sour soul

'Cos lemonade is bitter 'till you sweeten up the bowl

I'm sittin' in the bathroom

I'm cryin' citrus tears

Everything I used to love decayed over the years

Enemies to lovers but you'll never own my heart

One-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart

Worthless parents make stupid kids

The apple never strays

Your conscience never compromised and ego never pays

I'd do anything for twenty bucks to feel more in control

'Cos lemon hearts are bitter 'till you sweeten up the soul

I'm sittin' in the bathroom

I'm sobbin' citrus tears

Everything I'll ever love decayed over the years