Crouched in front of the kitchen sink
Pacing between what I crave and what I need
Visions of my teeth falling out of my skull
My gums are green and grey
Blood drawn to test my cortisol
Empty filled me
(With kale and celery)
Sale on, Godspeed
(On a terse recovery)
Drool into my ear, hope that I will hear
It's only temporary
I'm a lemon rind, tired of the grind
Blend me up with cherries
All I can see are the manta rays
Swimming on the ceiling
I'm a smoothie queen at the cutting board
Citrus stinging
Blue moon, kiss me
There's not enough air for two on this balcony
I'm so mean
(And it is like so totally justified, I mean, just look at what you're doing to me)
You match my tone from your metal fork throne
And I'm stuck in terracotta I've outgrown
We trade the scene for a plush bed of green
And it's still haunting me
Empty filled me
(With kale and celery)
Sale on, Godspeed
(On a terse recovery)
Drool into my ear, hope that I will hear
It's only temporary
I'm a lemon rind, tired of the grind
Blend me up with cherries
All I can see are the manta rays
Swimming on the ceiling
I'm a smoothie queen at the cutting board
Citrus stinging
(A quarter cup of cherries,
One half banana,
A sprinkle of crippling anxiety,
A heaping scoop of strawberries,
A teaspoon of self-doubt,
A splash of the dairy alternative of your choice,
And a dash of self-diagnosed AHDH for added flavor
Delicious and nutritious)
Drool into my ear, hope that I will hear
It's only temporary
I'm a lemon rind, tired of the grind
Blend me up with cherries
All I can see are the manta rays
Swimming on the ceiling
I'm a smoothie queen at the cutting board
Citrus stinging
Sarah to Nine - Smoothie Queen Lyrics
Sarah to Nine - Smoothie Queen Lyrics
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Crouched in front of the kitchen sink
Pacing between what I crave and what I need
Visions of my teeth falling out of my skull
My gums are green and grey
Blood drawn to test my cortisol
Empty filled me
(With kale and celery)
Sale on, Godspeed
(On a terse recovery)
Drool into my ear, hope that I will hear
It's only temporary
I'm a lemon rind, tired of the grind
Blend me up with cherries
All I can see are the manta rays
Swimming on the ceiling
I'm a smoothie queen at the cutting board
Citrus stinging
Blue moon, kiss me
There's not enough air for two on this balcony
I'm so mean
(And it is like so totally justified, I mean, just look at what you're doing to me)
You match my tone from your metal fork throne
And I'm stuck in terracotta I've outgrown
We trade the scene for a plush bed of green
And it's still haunting me
Empty filled me
(With kale and celery)
Sale on, Godspeed
(On a terse recovery)
Drool into my ear, hope that I will hear
It's only temporary
I'm a lemon rind, tired of the grind
Blend me up with cherries
All I can see are the manta rays
Swimming on the ceiling
I'm a smoothie queen at the cutting board
Citrus stinging
(A quarter cup of cherries,
One half banana,
A sprinkle of crippling anxiety,
A heaping scoop of strawberries,
A teaspoon of self-doubt,
A splash of the dairy alternative of your choice,
And a dash of self-diagnosed AHDH for added flavor
Delicious and nutritious)
Drool into my ear, hope that I will hear
It's only temporary
I'm a lemon rind, tired of the grind
Blend me up with cherries
All I can see are the manta rays
Swimming on the ceiling
I'm a smoothie queen at the cutting board
Citrus stinging
Pacing between what I crave and what I need
Visions of my teeth falling out of my skull
My gums are green and grey
Blood drawn to test my cortisol
Empty filled me
(With kale and celery)
Sale on, Godspeed
(On a terse recovery)
Drool into my ear, hope that I will hear
It's only temporary
I'm a lemon rind, tired of the grind
Blend me up with cherries
All I can see are the manta rays
Swimming on the ceiling
I'm a smoothie queen at the cutting board
Citrus stinging
Blue moon, kiss me
There's not enough air for two on this balcony
I'm so mean
(And it is like so totally justified, I mean, just look at what you're doing to me)
You match my tone from your metal fork throne
And I'm stuck in terracotta I've outgrown
We trade the scene for a plush bed of green
And it's still haunting me
Empty filled me
(With kale and celery)
Sale on, Godspeed
(On a terse recovery)
Drool into my ear, hope that I will hear
It's only temporary
I'm a lemon rind, tired of the grind
Blend me up with cherries
All I can see are the manta rays
Swimming on the ceiling
I'm a smoothie queen at the cutting board
Citrus stinging
(A quarter cup of cherries,
One half banana,
A sprinkle of crippling anxiety,
A heaping scoop of strawberries,
A teaspoon of self-doubt,
A splash of the dairy alternative of your choice,
And a dash of self-diagnosed AHDH for added flavor
Delicious and nutritious)
Drool into my ear, hope that I will hear
It's only temporary
I'm a lemon rind, tired of the grind
Blend me up with cherries
All I can see are the manta rays
Swimming on the ceiling
I'm a smoothie queen at the cutting board
Citrus stinging
Writer: Sarah Lock
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