Sometimes She Tasted Like Burnt Plastic Smells by The Sawtooth Grin Lyrics

I tried again last night, but you held your breath like a champ. The solitude of without you is a welcome breath of stagnant air. Was I the last thing on your mind? I turned away to lose you, whispering words of longing devotion. And these sheets are screaming, you'll rest uneasy this time around, my valentine. Your silence is shoveling dirt in your grave. Regret is my only keepsake, a faint momento of your bitter skin. Sleep well tonight, and know that I wait