I taste burnt rubber and engine grease
I feel this deep burning sting that won't cease
I smell old glue mixed with butterscotch
I look down again to check my watch

I don't feel sick thinking of you
I no longer feel hurt
I am just ruined over you
So again I clasp my shirt

It's not that I don't taste anymore
I just taste waste and no more
It's not that I feel like I could die
Rather I can't stand to be alive

It's not that my heart is still broken over you
It's just been repaired with very weak glue
It's not that my heart beats for no other
It's just forced to beat for no one at all

I'm not sick
Not hurt
Just ruined over you
And I've no idea what to do.