Each stroke of the brush with ease
The paint glides across the wall and spell the words running through my mind
The words I speak taste foul
Bittersweet
Which is why they are now in these walls
But the taste is still there
Of all the things to say
Your name is all of thought of today
Have you ever been faithful?
Concerned ?
Sincere?
Bittersweet
My tongue is cold and your name is old through these words on my wall
Over and over again the paint peels and falls to bow at my feet
Bittersweet concrete
Lost in that mind of yours
Clouded by lust is all you want but will never get
Because I regret ever being with you
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Each stroke of the brush with ease
The paint glides across the wall and spell the words running through my mind
The words I speak taste foul
Bittersweet
Which is why they are now in these walls
But the taste is still there
Of all the things to say
Your name is all of thought of today
Have you ever been faithful?
Concerned ?
Sincere?
Bittersweet
My tongue is cold and your name is old through these words on my wall
Over and over again the paint peels and falls to bow at my feet
Bittersweet concrete
Lost in that mind of yours
Clouded by lust is all you want but will never get
Because I regret ever being with you