I watched this drop of root beer bounce off my bottom lip
And it trickled down my t-shirt, and it tickled quite a bit
At the surface it just sat there like an almost-not-quite fit
Then it sank into the fibers to make skin feel like shit

You don't care if they're your own words or slightly counterfit
You parade those scars like new skin with nothing left to slit
There's passion in your voices, but that's the easiest
It takes real love to be silly and keep the aruges loosely knit

We look up at the moon because on the face of it
There's craters keeping tempo with the orchastra pit
And there's nothing we can touch that we really want to get
Because nothing lives quite like all the feelings we transmit

They keep feeding this blemish like an over-oiled zit
Thinking if they expose a weakness, one will surely split
But I'm telling you, my friend, we can take the hits
It's the cracks that make the perfection between us so legit

So I'm drinking this root beer and there's nothing wrong with it
It may have stained my t-shirt but I'm not bothered, I admit
So I'll try something new with this one, maybe I'll commit
This root beer makes me think of you, as luck would have it