Texty
The brand of your cologne,
Still lingers on my clothes
When I just want to forget
You ever held me close
Why do I feel so mad,
Mostly mad at myself
I don't know, but I’m taking suggestions
There’s no one to lash out at
So I sit and replay the past
Stare at messy bed sheets,
Say my meditation chants
If everything is fate,
Boy we never had a chance
Did we, did that answer your questions
Burn, burn into my skin
Impression’s of your finger tips
Taste of coffee on your lips
Bitter bitter kiss
Your eyes,
Are rivers in the night
Moving in the quiet
To find a brighter light
Or something shiny and new
Is that what she was to you
Now when you go home
Do you glance at your phone
Look just to see if
You’re better off alone
Tell me are you sad
Missing what we had
Do you know what you’re doing
No one really knows
I wish you the best
No I really do
It’s true
A heavy heart is something
I can afford to lose
If you could go back,
What you change what you said,
Would it made things different
Burn, burn into my skin
Impression’s of your finger tips
Taste of coffee on your lips
Bitter bitter kiss
Your eyes,
Like rivers in the night
Moving in the quiet
To find a brighter light
Or something shiny and new
Is that what she was to you?
Burn, burn into my skin
(Burn burn burn burn)
Bitter bitter kiss
Written by: Benjamin Andrew Heard, John Isaac Charles Coggins
