We shared a seat on the swing too small
Drips of cherry down our palms would fall
You tried to catch the melting line
But some are slipped with every sign
Half-melted popsicles,
slow and bright Fading fast in seeking light
We held them long,
we held too long Still found sweet men holding on
You told to the oars and made a mess Smeared across your cotton dress
I laughed so hard my teeth turned red But never said a thing unsaid
Half-melted popsicles,
slow and bright Fading fast in seeking light
We held them long,
we held too long Still found sweet men holding on
Young fames melt just from the touch
But letting go still lasts too much
Now I see twins on playground swings
Each with drips and plastic rings
And just like us they chase the taste Before it runs away encased
Half-melted popsicles,
slow and bright Fading fast in seeking sight
We held them long,
we held too long Still saw sweet men holding on
They're gone too quick,
they stained you deep But some small messages still click
In tired and shackled free Morning did seem look unreal
But many stand with instead And all have so done,
where'd they run?