Common Place

And here we are
at the common again;
the same excuse
all over the place.

Your lips
-A forbidden taste.
That i would love to hate;
but i can't.

And there are
too many people.
-Watching us

But i can only recognize
the familiar shape
of your lips against mine.

And so we are here
at the common again;
but you already left.

Leaving me behind
with the after taste of your mouth.

And a heart you've broken
way too many times.


(Inspired on 102 by The 1975)