Jawbreaker - Jackfruit

It’s almost fall again

And you’re still in his bed

How aren’t you bored of him yet

Sucking on cherry pits

High fructose syrup spit

I didn’t think you would last

I didn’t think you would last

You’re a sucker with a sweet tooth

Wish that I could have you

But you’re attached

And he swears that it’s forever

That he’ll love you till your teeth fall out

I miss the simple times

I couldn’t call you mine

But at least neither could he

So sweet but so sincere

High fructose syrup queer

Speaking astrologically