Ambrosia

I miss the days when the sun tasted like ambrosia
When I wasn't high on Zoloft and melancholia
Sun kissed finger tips
Moon blessed pure chest

I miss the days when I was your muse
We were eighteen, lost and confused
Sun kissed liquor lips
Moon blessed train wreck

I miss the days when the world was sweet like ambrosia
When I wasn’t high off hydroxyzine and nostalgia
Heaven sent broken men
Sun kissed broken prince

Sweet like honey
Bitter likе you
I want everything in the world
That pеople tell me I can't do
I miss when getting high was on the swing
I miss when the high was everything
Hydroxyzine & Sertraline
Fuels me like gasoline