Gingivitis Testo

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.