I was six years old
When your parents went away
We were stuck inside a broken life
We couldn’t wish away
We were beautiful
We had everything and more
Now our escape is hiding out and running for the door
Just like an angel,
You’re gonna make me fly
Into your arms,
You’re wrapping me up so tight
I may be sweet,
But I’m still on the vine
You couldn’t wait,
You had to take your bite
I’m alright
Remember that
I’ll be your lemonade
When life gives you old maids
I’ll be your fish sticks
When you lose your kicks
I’ll be your safe place
When you lose your place
I’ll be your crying shoulder
I’ll be love suicide
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life
