Lyrics

The love you gave, gave me plaque. Gingivitis of the heart, I want the freshness back. Like lemon juice on a paper cut, something always stung. A painful, minty freshness like toothpaste on the tongue. We could be singing the same song. Where do I begin when I'm just standing still? Where do I turn when I have made so many mistakes, with so few lessons learned? My hands are tied behind my back. I can only get an oil change, go home and pack. I saw you on TV today, but there was nothing on. I can only hope you've lost your notes about this song.