But your lips taste so sweet
Waking up never felt better
Yet you don't know what you are to me.
I write your name in clandestine letters
That I will never let you read
For I refuse to be a beggar
I refuse to let you see me.
For you are the blood I spit into the sink
After I brush my teeth too hard
Wash it away, give you no reason to think
That I feel anything in your regard
Scrub from my mouth the taste of yesterday
Tear your hands away from my heart
For I'd sooner let it bleed than ask you to stay
Your fingernails leaving crescent moon scars.
You are the first aid cabinet that I run too
When my wounds are dripping blood
But you are also the ground that I hit too hard
When I trip over myself trying to run.
The truth is that yes, you are the fire
But just as much the flood
You douse the flames you dare to start