Johnny Manchild & The Poor Bastards
Sour Taste
Nothing exciting to admire, we both get tired and fall asleep watching tv
Our empty cups collect our dust, and we begin to rust, but even rust starts to taste sweet
When you're with me, when you were with me
Soaked and freezing to the bone, we race back home to dry our skin against the fire
Even at my worst, you were the first to find something left to admire
Baby names and cigarettes, we had it all in counterfeit, our medicine was sick in it's own way
When I had to let you go, The grass was buried under snow, your last kiss left a very sour taste
Out of the corner of your eye, I passed by, and you swallowed and made your way
You wanna know just how I've been, well I've lost a bit of skin, looks like we've got nothing to say
I'm not the best at giving up, you dropped your eyes, I dropped my cup
The glass was shattered on the floor
Nothing to say, plenty to shout, I dropped my act and laid it out
They kicked my ass right out the door
Baby don't be sorry yet, I've only started to regret all of the things I'm liable to say
Ain't it sweet, the best of me is broken, bloody at your feet, and bittersweet is all that I can taste