Bud light lime in my hand Once upon a time, I spied on you Bud light lime in my hand and I stand over there And listen to your little lies about your cool life Down by the poolside The photogenic sunset She squeezed the lime And wiped her fingers on her swimsuit And there she laid as yellow faded into orange She pressed the glass against her lips And then her forehead Without looking at me The pristine lobby Pouring sugar in her coffee She placed the matches from the bowl into her purse And on her phone another simulated sunset I heard her fingernails They were clicking against the glass Without looking at me