I can still taste it
So familiar yet completely strange
Outside my body
I used to think I knew
What kind of girl I was
So Proud of my moral compass
But Jesus, you make me feel lost
Needle spinning wildly
And no North Star in the sky
And I know you can never anchor me
All the things I thought I wanted
Are stuck in the back of my throat
I can't seem to spit them out.
But neither can I swallow.