Sticky lips, Broken lies

Your lips were velvet, wrapped in vice. Sugar-coated, masking nice.

You pulled me in, just to deceive. A perfect poison, I still breathe.

Under the moon where truth bleeds black. Sticky lips I can't take back.

Burn the ghost of the lips that mock me. Sweet but cold, you were built

to scar me. You ran, but your taste still haunts me. Burn the ghost

of the lips that mocked me. You left like lightning, sharp and fast.

A hit-and-run that shattered glass. Your pretty lies, dressed up as bliss.

All that was real was that damn kiss. Under the moon