Every Flavor

I lock myself inside today,
Just to taste my own mouth again.
Just to find what mine was,
Before I learned to drink them in.
Every flavor on my lips,
Jealousy is citrus mixed with metal.
Loneliness is salt that never settles; every flavor that they feel becomes the only thing that's real.
I'm collecting all their moods like I'm some kind of human honeycomb,
Every flavor brings me further from my own.
I walk into the coffee shop and taste everything but me.