wisdom teeth

Gaping holes and throbbing pains in my mouth
Yet somehow you are all that I can think about
But I know two hundred days is much too far alone

So cut me apart
With razorblades you've never seen
And eyelashes that you can keep in a drawer
And lipstick so red
The only question in my head
Is how much of this waiting I can endure

You're just a game for me to play at this point
But I'm not sure that winning is the best choice
But although you could say something I already know

So write me a list
Of every boy you've ever kissed
And make a note of which you missed in the end
That being said
The only thought that's in my head
Is how long 'til I get to see you again

You're goddamn right this song is about you
If you think it is, it is
You're goddamn right this song is about you
I have it all down to an art
This was all planned from the start

To cut you apart
With razorblades you've never seen
And eyelashes you can keep in a drawer
And lipstick so red
The only thought that's in your head
Is how much of this waiting you can endure
Is how long 'til you get to see me again