Nostalgia in Lemonade

A sweetheart drinking lemonade
In absence of the shade
It tingles spines like parrot pines
A sweat line on parade
On a blanket made with patches that describe the Zodiac
With a Norman Rockwell smile and some flowery 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 are chased
Your couple wears some 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’ve worn too many clothes

My only lemonade
My only lemonade
My only lemonade
My only lemonade
Lemonade
Lemonade
Lemonade