I taste it on your lips
I feel it in my throat
Can you taste it on mine
Bile and *****
Car rides home- why am I driving again?
Don’t look at me like that with that phony smile.
I see it every time I pass the liquor shop.
From a hundred different men.
You’re just the same.
Look at you. Squeezing my hand like a child.
Bottle blue like my thigh.
I catch a glimpse of the moon through the rear view.
His frown staring into my soul.
I feel it in my throat again. Catch a whiff in the air.
Bile and *****
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
I taste it on your lips
I feel it in my throat
Can you taste it on mine
Bile and *****
Car rides home- why am I driving again?
Don’t look at me like that with that phony smile.
I see it every time I pass the liquor shop.
From a hundred different men.
You’re just the same.
Look at you. Squeezing my hand like a child.
Bottle blue like my thigh.
I catch a glimpse of the moon through the rear view.
His frown staring into my soul.
I feel it in my throat again. Catch a whiff in the air.
Bile and *****