I used to make my choices carefully,
keeping a menu of where I’d been.
Now they all taste the same to me.

My first boyfriend called me a tease.
It was over a year before I let him in.
I used to make my choices carefully.

Always tasted citrus gum on his teeth.
Orange-lime breath through a goofy grin.
Now they all taste the same to me.

Another guy smelled of tobacco and ****,
scratching his habits into my skin.
I used to make my choices carefully.

His kisses were like rice crispy treats,
sugary desserts while staying thin.
Now they all taste the same to me.

I go back in time whenever I’m lonely.
We’re eternally teenagers, acting on whims.
I used to make my choices carefully.
Now they all taste the same to me.