I've smoked all these cigarettes but I still don't know what "I love you" tastes like I know hands againsts skin and a face on fire shaking hands and heartache but someone tell me What does I love you taste like what does it feel like against a hollow ear I know his fingers on my spine, but not a print on my soul not one steady syllable I'm not old enough to say that I've felt it all but I've felt enough to feel this sickening ache deep in the pits of who I am each time I get close enough these words are like sand running through the cracks between my trembling digits I swallow down every thought like a hand full of rocks My throat is screaming raw I've become too afraid to feel things that I cannot put into words and to say I want nothing more than to see you is not enough because I want everything including your voice pressing hot words against my skin instead of finger tips I want 'I love yous' in my eardrums but all I get is the sound of my heart beating and that's starting to sound like a gental lie I've smoked all these cigarettes My mouth is desert dry I cannot force the words out There is a faint buzzing in the back of my brain it's more like a thousand wasps The sound of every "I love you" that's ever been lost