Watermelon - Noah Gundersen

It’s not easy to please me, I know

I wish that I could give you some good news

But my heart beats like a tattoo on an old tin drum

It’s rolling down the gray gravel road

From the house that used to be my home

Before the hard times

Well, I got sick and threw up in my mouth

At the thought of ever missing out

On the bright blue world, all the beautiful girls in it

But you were something sweet enough to stick

A Jolly Rancher, wet against my lips

And my teeth digging into your watermelon skin

And I don’t know what to do now

I get this feeling every goddamn time

Line up all my failures in a room

At least I’ve got some things to show

A lot of good love, a lot of good luck

A lot of good timing, a lot of good fucks

A couple bad apples, a lot of good friends

A couple diseases, a couple dead ends

A whole lot of late nights, a whole lot of booze

A whole lot of holes you can stick it into

But this hole in my chest won’t let me rest

So I’m trying my best to fill it with you