Taste - Forth Wanderers

He says

He likes my taste

But I bite his tongue

You know, just in case

He starts to fall in love

I can’t stand his face

But I like his feel

I’m all over the place

He thinks I’m the real deal

One cigarette

Before he parts, I watch him go

Tugs on my heart

The smell of wood when I breathe him in

Doesn’t know where I’ve been

Oh, it’s on my skin

Not a trace of guilt

Not a glimpse of regret

I’ll sit still and hold my breath

Starts to bleed all down his lip

Starts to weep as I tighten my grip

Oh, he likes my taste

He thinks I’m the real deal