[Verse 1] The paper’s torn, the words still bleed, I wrote you out but not cleanly. You live between the smudged remains, Where silence hums like windowpanes. [Pre-Chorus] Every line I tried to draw Pulled me closer to the flaw. [Chorus] I know the taste of ink, Bitterness behind the blink. I speak in lines I never meant— Love in past and present tense. I still taste the ink. [Verse 2] The pages curl, the light turns grey, Nothing said, but too much stayed. Your name dried in a crooked scrawl, Pinned like truth against the wall. [Pre-Chorus] Every mark became a scar, Like tracing where the exits are. [Chorus] I know the taste of ink, Bitter where the memories sink. I talk in circles, you fade out— A name I never learned to shout. I still taste the ink. [Bridge] Would you read me if I tore The ending off and wrote no more? Would the space be loud enough To whisper what we called love? [Final Chorus] I know the taste of ink— Dry on lips, but it still stings. Not a voice, not quite a scream— Just what’s left between the seams. I still taste the ink.
