Kelly Boesch - Every Flavor

Now I wish I didn't know it.
Their emotions coat my mouth, and I can't swallow,
Can't control it.
Sweet and bitter, sour and strange,
Every crowd's a feast I never chose to taste.
Every flavor on my lips,
Jealousy is citrus mixed with metal.
Loneliness is salt that never settles; every flavor that they feel becomes the only thing that's real.