echobelly
taste of you
Now the fire has gone away, I face you with a broken pen, And sympathy and gratitude, Dissolve into disarray. I relied, undisguised, Followed all you'd say,  Was your weakness momentary, you're devotion temporary.  It's a question of taste, Like a slap in the face, Let the vain do what they do, Did you laugh at my innocence.  Custom made but gone astray, Erase you with a pencil head, I'm bulletproof now I hide, But somehow I was happy then, Do you know, how lost, how lost, how lost,  Was your weakness, momentary, Your devotion, temporary.  It's a question of taste, like a slap in the face, It's a question of taste, let the vain do, What they do, did you laugh at my innocence.  I don't want to live forever, I just want some oh oh oh oh I don't want to live forever, I just want some oh oh oh oh