Aftertaste

I just wanna be loved
Like a rose in the rain
What would it be like to lie
With my own dopamine

Pretty flowers
Pressed to powder
I only wanted you
As my comfort
Til you dropped me in
And now this soul's askew

All I'm left with is an aftertaste
My cold empty chasm of a heart is slow in pace
I'll be bathing in the memory
Always holding onto what was once so interlaced