I'm tasting saccharin, from the lip gloss that you're wearing again
Did we kiss last night, or did we just fuck and fight
I'm in the bar again, the one where we don't tell them our name
As I regale stories, about our past glories

Let go of the line
Float away on the tide

Too old to be breaking hearts
Too young to be left alone
In the tunnel of love
Going down with the ship
A man of the future
The King of the French Kiss

Too strong to be breaking down
But ten years in a hole is a long time
Out on a limb, with your nose in a book<