Aftertaste
pop, Indie-pop ballad with a bittersweet edge; male vocals, close-mic and intimate, Soft electric piano and warm bass in the verses, then a wider chorus with punchy drums, glistening synth pads, and doubled vocals on the hook, Subtle reversed guitar swells between sections, final chorus strips back then swells for a last, lingering line
Aftertaste
pop, Indie-pop ballad with a bittersweet edge; male vocals, close-mic and intimate, Soft electric piano and warm bass in the verses, then a wider chorus with punchy drums, glistening synth pads, and doubled vocals on the hook, Subtle reversed guitar swells between sections, final chorus strips back then swells for a last, lingering line
Lyrics
Verse 1
You were summer on my tongue
First sip of something strong
Didn't know what hit my lungs
Just knew I wanted more
Kept you like a secret stain
On the glass I couldn't clean
Every kiss was carved in grain
Of the table in my dreams
Chorus
You're the aftertaste
I can't wash away
Every flavor since
Just fades to gray
I keep chasing you
In a stranger's face
But you ruined my whole palate
With your aftertaste
Verse 2
Years go by
The menu changes
Still I circle the same names
Thinking I might find your traces
In a different kind of flame
Every touch is almost right
Till it isn't
And I know
You're the ghost behind each bite
Turning sugar into smoke
Chorus
You're the aftertaste
I can't wash away
Every flavor since
Just fades to gray
I keep chasing you
In a stranger's face
But you ruined my whole palate
With your aftertaste
Bridge
What started as a blessing
Is a bitter little curse (yeah)
I lick my wounds remembering
How you taught my mouth that first
Now everything is measured
By the fire in your name
I'm so tired of remembering
But you linger anyway (anyway)
Chorus
You're the aftertaste
I can't wash away
Every flavor since
Just fades to gray
I keep chasing you
In a stranger's face
But you ruined my whole palate
With your aftertaste
Outro
Maybe someday I'll forget the taste
Maybe someday I'll find my way
But tonight you're still here
On the tip of my tongue
Like the last sip of something
I can never un-drink
Aftertaste... aftertaste...
Still yours
Still yours