The taste of something

The sun is setting,
your affection’s gone south
And this bloodletting
Still lingers in my mouth
It’s the taste of something
So sad but true
The taste of something
So lost on you

It’s sort of frightening to understand
A stinging slap from a gentle hand
I dream of lightning to strike me down
Or help me find what can’t be found

It’s the taste of something
So sad but true
The taste of something
So lost on you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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