i had my first kiss at eight years old
(he tasted like the lemonade he’d had with lunch)
and i
with muddy shins and splattered shorts
my hair sticking out in a disrray
i (he told me)
tasted like tuna
–he was my best friend after he was my first love
we write because we don't want to be afriad
i had my first kiss at eight years old
(he tasted like the lemonade he’d had with lunch)
and i
with muddy shins and splattered shorts
my hair sticking out in a disrray
i (he told me)
tasted like tuna
–he was my best friend after he was my first love