Pork Soda

Times get older yet I still remember.
One cold night of December.
And my jacket was made of leather.

Why is it I only see you ache as of late?
I have nobody as I’m braindead.
How come tears fall out of your eyes?

I would never forget the nights.
In December,maybe September.
I think of you all year long.

And pineapples sharp like thorns.
And they don’t let me be.
Pineapples in my head,I can’t see.

Think or live peacefully.
How come we don’t laugh anymore?
Why do you only look pleased in bed?

I’m braindead,pineapples are in my head.
They blur my vision.
So we reach for that pork soda.

Time passes,we don’t get any younger.
And worries blind my vision.
What is the right decision?

We don’t look the way we used to be.
No,we got older.
Our wishes bolder.

Alas,I am braindead.
Out of my mind.
And pineapples fill my head.

I know I’m not perfect.
Our love is like that pork soda.
Sweet,but rots your teeth.

Trying not to admit defeat.
And we take the first sip.
Pineapple flavour.

And our love turned greater.
I can’t ’till later.
No,I need you here and now.

Thought of you all year long.
And our love was strong.
But we don’t laugh anymore.

We don’t smile like we used to be.
Pineapple flavour won’t let me be.
I don’t know where I belong.

So I sing this for very long.
Yes,pineapples fill my head.
Sharp thorns,worries and desires.

And if they cause forest fires.
I will do my best,even if braindead.
All around me,pork soda.

Sugar filled magic water.
And it gets harder to see and breathe.
Pineapples make my soul bleed.

My teeth,decayed.
Yet the flavour somehow stayed.