Obsession On Fire

I need something to sweeten the taste
When eight years of a bitter, fragile being
Nail deep inside and dig until I'm spun around

Alive but from my lonely stories
I write in your language with hope torched up
And know that my obsession was on fire

Painful holes climb into my stomach
Doors slam and I'm on the porch
I watch you as you pull away for another town

I stretch my face choking on salty water
Tears are all just wasted on my so-called face
And time goes before I realize you're gone this time