with a Citranella candle unlit in front of me.
It's evening in the summertime.
I've taken pills to make it sweet.
Stood outside five minutes today,
and I've got roses blooming on my cheeks.
I won't be seeing friends this weekend.
We won't be huddled on crates
talking the night away under spotlights come Saturday;
but I've taken pills to make that sweet.
I know a guy that's got flavors of the week.
I try real hard not to be one of them.
But I still feel weak.
I've taken pills to make me sweet
so that I'm calm
sitting on your back porch with a Citranella candle in front of me.
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