Lexi Riley Can’t remember my middle name
Halloween, you and me, and a pink milkshake
I’m just a character on his stage
Enter diner, 3 A.M., press play
Life bends to him and I sway
An air dancer in imaginary rain
I don’t know where I’m going
I only know his favorite flavor is strawberry ice cream
Vanilla bean not worth a lick
Chocolate is a bit too rich
Dreams that die between our lips
Tattooed hand sewn on fingertip
I was someone on the rooftop
Autumn’s first midnight chill
Kissed goosebumps up my legs
His thigh high boots fairytale
Roses on my dress
Pink and black satin
Weaving mojito dreams
Out of strawberries
And nicotine
Stars fall into skyline
You said you can’t feel music
You didn’t feel pleasure at the pier
Strawberry ice cream in Texas October
Melts and disappears
Don’t need a costume or a cutscene
You could have had me
Whipped cream and cherries
Tying loose ends with my tongue
But he sips me
And then forgets me
Just like he did his baby
Strawberry ice cream
