The sad thing is that sometimes you're still there
In the back of my mind
In the tangle of my sheets
In the afterglow of our love
And no matter how I try to wash you down
With an overdose of one-a-day lovers
Who love me even less than you did
You're taste is still there
Forever written across my tongue
Like the bitter and inevitable
"I miss you"
That I still taste of
Every morning