There it is again
That flame of pain inside my lower lip
Every time I sip cold water
Or think of you
It is never gone
The love tattoo lingers on my tongue
where my filed tooth has caught the skin
Every time I think of you
There it is again
That flame of pain inside my lower lip
Every time I sip cold water
Or think of you
It is never gone
The love tattoo lingers on my tongue
where my filed tooth has caught the skin
Every time I think of you
The tip of my tongue touches the drop of wine from your lip.
My mind is white noise.