Vodka

I loved a boy who tasted like vodka
Because it was all he ever drank
He told me it tasted like the love she wouldn't give him
And so I drank it too
Because it tasted like the love he didn't have left,

I loved a girl with eyes like jewels,
But they were always hiding things,
And her lips were like velvet but she always kept them stitched shut,
Always afraid of the honesty that might come spilling forth if she cut them apart,
And one night I caught her with those velvet lips attached to that of my best friend,
So I cut every ounce of her out of my bloodstream,
Let it flow down the drain,
Bleached the bathtub,
And never looked back

I loved a boy who's arms fit around me like a piece of a puzzle,
And he took the last piece of innocence I had and ran with it,
I ran after for a long time,
Until I found him in a basement with a girl who's name he swore he couldn't remember,
But I remember how it tasted like sin in my mouth,
I didn't understand how I could hate someone I'd never knew so much,
Until I heard the prayer in his voice when he finally spoke it,
I let him crawl through my window many times after,
Desperate for the love he never gave me
Except when he was in my bed,
Thinking of her

I met a boy who's smile terrified me,
It cut me through my bones
His lips weren't stitched together with secrets, and he didn't know girls in basements,
He didn't taste like vodka,
He tasted like honesty,
So I ran away as fast as I could,
Until he caught me,
He poured himself into my blood,
And stitched his lips open for me,
But I was terrified still,
So I gave him vodka,
And swore it tasted like me.