Nostalgia in Lemonade - Avey Tare

A sweetheart drinking lemonade

In absence of the shade

It tingles spines like buried pines

A sweat-line on parade

On a blanket made with patches that describe the zodiac

With a Norman Rockwell smile and some flarey summer flats

In a court where rubber balls bounce high above the baseball hats

I am running from my nose

My only lemonade

I’m driving in a snowy race

Your sunny dates I taste

Your couple with the twisted straws

There’s gonna be some spills

And the ice that you chase after is the last thing in the glass

And the ritual of longing for a thing that doesn’t last

Now I’m losing all my focus when my soul goes in the grass

I am one too many close

My only lemonade

My only lemonade

My only lemonade

My only lemonade

Lemonade

Lemonade

Lemonade