Your words sting like vinegar
when spilled on open wounds
They carve their way into me
like eating ice cream with a spoon
Like lemonade thats sugar free
they have a bitter taste
but unlike health warnings on cigarettes
their message goes not to waste
As with most recipe disasters
like when I cooked Fish Ragu
I'm not sure where I got things wrong
just what exactly did I do?
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 9:32 AM UTC
Your words sting like vinegar
when spilled on open wounds
They carve their way into me
like eating ice cream with a spoon
Like lemonade thats sugar free
they have a bitter taste
but unlike health warnings on cigarettes
their message goes not to waste
As with most recipe disasters
like when I cooked Fish Ragu
I'm not sure where I got things wrong
just what exactly did I do?
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