Moths

Recycled traits Leaves a bitter taste He can't tell the difference Anyway Isolated again Suicidal ideation Like a drunken kiss Come plant one on me You know my true intent My teeth are chalk No one to lick my wounds Where do moths go When it's dark Phantom reciprocation Tear at my gums Recycled jokes Disposable heart I want to cut off my face And give it to you, for a day So you could look in the mirror And I wouldn't have to explain Wish my story Had more protagonists Than just me