Lemonade Stand

Working at the lemonade stand in the summer heat

And I can feel your eyes watching me, and I

Try not to look your way, but all that you can see is

A flustered scene, and

I cannot help but compare you to the lemonade that's next to me instead of you

And you do not know the things I'd do

To sit in the shade with you,

Sip lemonade with you, but here I am without you

And the only one that's holding my hand are the plastic cups at the lemonade stand

On any other day I would pack it up in the evening, but you told me that