Lyric

The aftertaste of you, still on my skin

The night air remains so warm

Your scent lingers where you’ve been

It burns soft, deep within

​The clock says 2, but time won’t move

Your ghost dances in the groove

Behind my closed eyelids

I still taste the truth

​The sheets remember what we did

The rhythm stays, the words we hid

Your voice still runs inside my head

A breath that starts to melt away

​Every touch, a sweet disguise

Every kiss, a quiet lie

I don’t know where you end or I

But I can’t say goodbye

​Fingers trace what’s left behind

The silence hums, a dangerous line

My heart is still craving you

Even when you’re out of view

​The aftertaste of you, bittersweet

Every heartbeat feels incomplete

The lingering warmth won't disappear

Even now, I can’t escape

​The aftertaste of you, every sigh

Feels like the only reason why

I still wake up to find

Your shadow on my mind

​Cigarette smoke and faded wine

Your name’s still tangled up in mine

A deeper tone than any word

I taste it when I’m alone

​Your laughter haunts the empty space

Like perfume I can’t replace

Still on these very lips

Your aftertaste remains

​I tell myself it’s over now

But my body don’t know how

My fingertips remember all

The things we can’t undo

​The aftertaste of you, still alive

In every breath I take tonight

The unerasable flavor of your touch

It’s too much, it’s too much

​The aftertaste of you, bittersweet

Every heartbeat is on repeat

I still crave what we knew

I still taste you

​Maybe love’s a kind of sin

You left your mark beneath my skin

In these nights where I can't sleep

Your name still drips like wine

​The more I try to wash away

The deeper it decides to stay

You’re the echo I can’t erase

You’re the taste I can’t replace

​The aftertaste of you, every night

Still burning slow, but feels so right

You’re the part I can’t undo

You’re the poison, and the truth

​I drink it down, I know I’ll fall

But I don’t care at all

The aftertaste of you, bittersweet

I still taste you when I breathe

​The aftertaste of you…

It’s gone, but it’s not through

As the daylight starts to bleed

I still taste the blue