I used to crave the way you loved me; it was honey-sweet,
Until the turn—until it went sour enough to spit out.
Now you’ve found a new rhythm, a new girl, a future wife,
While you keep reaching back to me, trying to mend the past.
But "sorry" doesn't wash away the flavor you left behind;
That bitter aftertaste still follows me every time I see your face.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC
I used to crave the way you loved me; it was honey-sweet,
Until the turn—until it went sour enough to spit out.
Now you’ve found a new rhythm, a new girl, a future wife,
While you keep reaching back to me, trying to mend the past.
But "sorry" doesn't wash away the flavor you left behind;
That bitter aftertaste still follows me every time I see your face.
