You taste like mustard, but im a heinz gal
You say you're my lover but we really act like pals
I've tried and I've cried and I'm not sure what to do
I really wanted ketchup but here I am with you.
I worry if you'll show up, if I should learn to deal
I hear “It's really not that bad” or “it's my favorite with that meal”
It leaves me confused but what I do know
After everything I've tasted, maybe I've got to let you go
I knew after the first bite that you weren't my favorite flavor, I tried to convince myself to enjoy
you took love's labor
Who's that really fair to at the end of the day
When someone else might have come along and ordered you this way
I feel so ashamed and I feel so sad, sometimes I think you're the best I've ever had
And that's kinda scary to me after all we've been through, because after all of this i dont like the
taste of you.
It leaves me sour, flustered and mad.. thinking of the delicious meal we could have had
But I choked it down, I made it work.
Maybe next time I'll order something to slowly eat with a fork.