Cherry
You were my favorite vice
I replaced you with another
And another and another one
I'm not even good at smoking anymore
It's making me cough
I feel stupid as hell
I should be going to the gym
And take care of myself
Should be praying off my sins

But I'm so in denial, baby
Parting oceans with my hands
Take a match to my whole city
Text my friends like, what's the plan?
Waiting for the big bad thoughts to stop
Play dead when I'm depressed
I'm melting, I'm a mess
You're the cherry on top

That was my favorite night
Spilling whiskey in my lap just
To buy me another one
I'm not really good at talking anymore
Don't make me laugh
I feel lonesome as hell
I should text you, "How ya been?"
Take my lipstick off the shelf
I should be writing my next hit
But I don't want another, baby
I want you to hold my hand
Throw my old name in the fire
Pretend that I've got a plan
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Like a damsel in distress
I'm melting, I'm a mess
You're the cherry on top

Living like you'd notice if I stopped
I'm posing statuesque
I'm settling for less
You're the cherry on top