Am I allowed to look at them like that? Could it be wrong when they're just so nice to look at? And they smell like lemongrass and sleep They taste like apple juice and peach You would find them in a Polaroid picture And they mean everything to me I'd never tell No, I'd never say a word And oh, it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt And they smell like lemongrass and sleep They taste like apple juice and peach You would find them in a Polaroid picture And they mean everything to me (Oh) (Oh-oh-oh) And I'll be okay admiring from afar 'Cause even when they're next to me We could not be more far apart 'Cause they taste like birthday cake and story time and fall But to them I taste of nothing at all And they smell like lemongrass and sleep They taste like apple juice and peach You would find them in a Polaroid picture And they mean everything to me Mmm And they mean everything to me