I lost my best friend
I never had him
He's disappearing off a ledge
I guess he left the way he came in

Made out of peppermint
All white and red pins
Pins and needles on my tongue
It's not exactly what I wanted

I'm holding you on my tongue

Poured into my cup
It's something you whipped up
From the skins of fruits and flowers
I've forgotten all the names of

And on the next day
I woke up with brand new legs
I still don't know what it was
But I remember how it tasted

I'm holding you on my tongue

You like your shirts with
Short collars and small prints
And I like walking home so drunk
I can't remember what the day is
God, you're so quiet (God, you're so quiet)
So brave and so kind (So brave and so kind)
And If you keep talking like that
Then I might walk home with you all night

I'm holding you on my tongue

I'm holding you on my tongue