It tastes like cigarettes without the nicotine
Smoke in the air - no purpose
It tastes like 25 shots and a bad dream
Head back to sleep so it hurts less
It tastes like sweat-soaked bed sheets
Quarters to change out the bedspread
It tastes like hanging on a thread and it's thin
Frayed end to end - well left unsaid
There's been something lodged in the back of my throat
Constantly taste you, so I start to choke
Shake in my sleep, though I woke up without it
There's been something strange, a taste in my mouth
I'll hack it up - gargle with salt
Pray it'll wash it all out, but I really doubt it
I really doubt it, I really doubt it
It tastes like wine that's on the countertop
Set out to age, but it's spoiled
It stings of bitterness and old ways
Seeds that are pulled from the soil
It somehow looks like family
Yet distant and fading from frame
It feels like walking on the asphalt at night
With the street lamps that light up your face
There's been something lodged in the back of my throat
Constantly taste you, so I start to choke
Shake in my sleep, though I woke up without it
There's been something strange, a taste in my mouth
I'll hack it up - gargle with salt
Pray it'll wash it all out, but I really doubt it
I really doubt it , I really doubt it
It tastes like cigarettes without the nicotine
(Pray it'll wash it all out but I really doubt it)
It tastes like cigarettes without the nicotine
(Pray it'll wash it all out but I really doubt it)
It tastes like cigarettes without the nicotine
Pray it'll wash it all out but I really doubt it