Strawberry Stain

In the summer of pain

In the summer of sin

You are the strawberry stain

You are the tonic and gin

I was itching an itch

I was playing your game

I was scratching a scratch

But it still feel the same

You've been making me play

games I don't like to play

You've been making me say

words I don't like to say

I'm a chost of a chost

I'm that I was to be

I'm along coast for coast

I'm on time in hundred

You don't like apples

You don't need a pie

When you've been stronger

and smarter than I

You don't like apples

You don't need a pie

When you've been stronger

and smarter than I