a re-lit cigarette never tastes the same
the stale smoke is thinner and quieter and drier than the usual tar-based fog
your mouth always tasted like the pomegranate lip balm you wore
(the lip balm i always stole in your absence because i missed your mouth on mine)
mixed with the sharp bite of your cigarette smoke
i smoked reds
you smoked blacks
and in turn, my taste changed to match yours because you are my favorite flavor
and i remember the day when you kissed me
and your lips tasted like a re-lit cigarette
and it wasn’t even a marlboro
and i knew you didn’t love me anymore

My baby's got it wrong-
She thinks she tastes like vinegar,
And that she's made of acid that will burn you from the inside out.
When really she's sweeter than the candy she eats,
And the taste of her makes my jaw ache.

My baby's got it wrong-
She thinks her tongue is a weapon that's been forged in her faults,
And that the iron of her heart is still smoldering angrily from the heat.
When really her kiss cools the fever in my head,
And she soothes the burns on my mind.

My baby's got it wrong-
She thinks she goes down like a pill that's swallowed dry,
And that her love gets caught in my throat.
When really she glides across my tongue like cough syrup,
And I think she's curing me of the cold that's in my heart.

never been too good at love
well, i mean, i thought i was
that was when you first came along
but now you're gone and i know i was wrong

every single kiss that you press to her cheek
i know that you don't ever think of me
i was never enough to mean that much
it's okay, you're not the only one

i don't love you like i used to, i swear that i don't
i know i wasn't the best, but you didn't have to go
i've never been loved, i never will be
i don't matter enough to be loved properly

it's okay, don't worry, there's a pattern here
you're not the first to leave me,
or the first to disappear.
you won't be the last, that much is true
so i may as well give up, we both know that's nothing new

i don't know what happened, it's all just a blur
i wish that you'd wanted me the way you want her
but it's done now, i'm alone, and trust me it's fine
i don't need you anymore, so i guess that's goodbye

i’m trying to write but i don’t know what and i can’t find the words if i don’t even know what i’m thinking or feeling oh god i am losing my mind

i went to confession today
but when i looked up into the priest’s eyes the only sin i could find on my tongue was your name

do you remember when the love we had turned to hate and all i could hear was screaming screaming screaming screaming screaming

life is a girl who sleeps on rooftops at 2 am, she is so mean ******* on candy cigarettes, sullen baby girl wearing sunsets on her hip bones. she is so so mean in rattling train cars into nowhere, and she has all your secrets in her pockets, crumpled receipts and melted candy bars and when he kissed you on the playground and tasted like peppermint schnapps and nothing nothing nothing.