Cold Kisses

I miss your blood red lipstick stains that'd mark my cheeks and white tees. I miss my ol' girl. I miss those cold kisses, those cold lips that'd I could kiss for hours. However, now those cold lips are kissing someone new. I bet he doesn't make you laugh until you cry, I bet he doesn't make you cry. I bet he doesn't kiss you until you can't breathe. But oh, how could I blame you for choosing someone new, someone new to sign names in the sand with, to smoke with, to get lost in the forest with, to sleep with completely naked without meaning anything sexual. That love is lost forever. And I believe I can not revive it anymore than you can, my dear. You know you're better than this.