dentists are always telling me how nice my teeth are and when they ask about my brushing routine I wanna tell them about you
I wanna tell them I'm trying to scrub off the taste of everyone I kissed after you
I wanna explain how I feel close to you again anytime I taste copper. anytime I spit blood
I want to tell them about the promises you made, the "I love you"s that hide behind my molars.
dentists are always telling me how nice my teeth are and i want to tell them it's because I miss you.