Testo The Old Number

And if you wanted to remember, just ask;
Don't tell.
Even if it hurts like hell
Even if you can't reach out
And touch the bottom.
And this will all blow over
Just like a current that pulls you under.
Another close encounter. Another secret with extra baggage.
I can't stop tasting
That poison from your mouth.
And I know all about
How your lies spread all over town.
And early in December the first snowflake fell
And every single kiss you felt
Not getting out of bed for hours.
All the little lies you feed
To keep me on my feet.
I can't stop tasting that pure poison
And I know all about pure poison.