Monday, February 1, 2010

Northern Exposure

I remember when he flipped me in bed
And those sheets that were always those sheets
But when I looked up at him, to find his brown eyes
I thought I saw you in his tooth
His teeth were your teeth, but were new
His teeth were those teeth, were your teeth, but new

And it struck me that somehow,
All their new teeth will have one
Every man will bite once with that tooth

But I'm over that haunt taking over my kisses
I've stopped asking for it to come haunting
I need to forget how to let me haunt me
It's heartbreaking what one tooth can do