somehow i'm always going to be
too much and not enough at the same time
you just lost it
your feelings
at least that's what you tell me
but somehow i get the feeling
that that just is not the truth
there's always something wrong with me
and god, it's always me
but your lips tasted like the sweetest
cherry wine
and now i'm looking for that taste
within a real bottle of it
but i'm not finding it
the only thing i'm finding is a bitter taste
and now i sit here drunk
searching for someone to calm the storm inside me
and so i kiss another
but they don't taste the same
the kiss of boys who don't love me
will never be as sweet as yours