martyr

can you still recall the taste of me
god knows the after taste sleeps on my taste buds from time to time
do my cries still remain down your cheek and on your shoulder
i cant remember your face
i cant remember your name
it seems it all floats away
a coin in the mouth of everything
guess its best with such mysterious ways
but your number still comes into play
i can still taste it, drunk with nonsense
i'm so f*****g wasted