We're sugar-free With your herbal remedies Apple-berry tea Clip my mittens on my sleeve Are you real? I've forgotten if I feel But flowers make you smile As dandelions grow wild I thought I saw you crying With your book of poems And a plastic leather coat Alcohol and smoke And a promise that I broke Inside I'm dying My face I'm hiding We're sugar-free Strung out on burgundy Pomegranate trees Soaked in nicotine We're so high we're flying The rain is driving And the lightning's striking And the wind is biting It's gonna be a while then Till these streets are dry again