lemonade

Won't you pour a glass for me, I'm quite parched you see
My stomach's been empty for more than a week
Waiting patiently, the clock is just ticking
So won't you pour a glass for me, pour a glass for me
Coming back again, it's the next day and you pretend
To not recall my face from days before and before and before
Can't you pour a glass for me, some lemonade would be sweet
Don't make a face or grit your teeth, please

It must be lemon juice in my eye making me cry
Tears washed up, stains on my side
It's not bitter, not sweet, just sour on my cheek
A taste I hate admitting I've had every week
And I want to go home, but there's nowhere for me to go
And you just push me aside, for the a millionth time

Please just pour a single glass, my heart's about as vast
As the open, empty space that engulfs around this place
Please just pour just one more glass, it's hurting more than it should last
Just pour a single glass for me
Why won't you pour a single glass of lemonade for me
I'm quite parched you see
It's easy to tell that I'm
Begging you for some, I know it's been real troublesome but
It's all that I ask, is just a single glass

It must be lemon juice in my eye making me cry
Tears washed up, stains on my side
It's not bitter, not sweet, just sour on my cheek
A taste I hate admitting I've had every week
And now I'm all alone, but you used to be my home
A place that I go to, to fill me up with hope