Your name tastes sweeter on my lips than his ever has
And her's is a sour taste to you

It's sort of like when red mixes with blue
It creates a sort-of lilac hue

I like to think that's you and me
We always had superior chemistry

Compared to anyone else I've ever claimed to love
You fit me like a glove

Everyone else is like a shirt that's too big or a tie that's too tight
But you always fit me just right

Although the most repulsive taste to me
Is when you speak of glee

I can brush the flavor off my tongue
By distracting myself with someone