I Still Taste Your Name

Intro

Yeah, ayy

Phone on the floor, screen cracked like my patience, uh

(oh)

Verse

Woke up with your contact like a tattoo on my thumb, stuck, yeah

Dreamed you on the couch, you said forever, then you up and run, huh

Left the kettle on, water boiled over like our fights, steam (steam)

Faded Polaroids in the glovebox, sunbeam, half a dream

You put commas in my sentences, then left without a period

Now my lines keep spilling over, tangled verbs, no remedy

Told me I was reckless, said it like it was a cure

But you were the arsonist with matches and a cloak, for sure

Your last message read, 'I need space,' then deleted like a ghost

Left a draft of 'I love you' where the cursor froze the most

I replay the same scene—your laugh, the way you swore my name

Replay and replay until the soundtrack starts to change

Bought a jacket that still smells like your perfume at dawn

Tried to burn it in the alley but the flame got scared and moved on

I kept your playlist on shuffle like a prayer I couldn't sing

Each verse a jagged shard of glass that cut right through the ring

My friends say breathe, but the city's oxygen is full of us

Taxi windows fogged up with the traces of your trust (yeah)

I count the cost like receipts crumpled in my palm

You taught me how to grow a vine and then you left the farm

Now I'm pruning memories, cutting branches that still cling

Trying to find the sap beneath the hurt, a different spring

(ayy) I signed my name to promises written in cheap ink

You crossed the page and walked away before I learned to blink

I keep the light on in the hallway, waiting for a typo

But the apartment's grammar learned to stand alone, solo

Pre-chorus

I got your sweater draped across the chair (so cold)

I got your voice replaying in the stairwell (so loud)

I got a map with X's where you used to be (too close)

And I'm learning how to read the lines without you in the prose, oh

Chorus

I still taste your name on the corner of my tongue, yeah

I still taste your name, I still taste your name (I do)

I still taste your name when the midnight's coming on, oh

I still taste your name, I still taste your name (yeah)

Verse

Two A.M., I drive through alleys that remember us by paint

Graffiti of our laughter now just colors that I can't relate

I spit verses into bottles, toss 'em where the river bends

Hoping something floats back with answers, or at least amends

You left your jacket on the stair; I wore it like a medal

Felt like war and victory, but both turned out to meddle

Every mirror got a witness to the face I used to know

Now my reflection's bargaining with ghosts that won't let go

I write you metaphors like love letters with the edges torn

Say I'm learning how to live in rooms where you weren't born

Your number toggles in my head: block, unlock, then dial

It's a roulette of regret, baby, and I'm losing style

I practiced lines for funerals of feelin