Gluttony

I'm slowly getting back to that place where everything seems to lay flat upon my taste buds
Am I hungry for something different?
Something I've never tasted...

And every time I feel like I've found something new to excite the greediness in me, my tongue dances around inside my mouth impatiently,
Lapping up this essence until there is nothing new...I was too quick, tasted too much too soon, and now nothing excites me anymore.

So everything slips past my tongue, unguarded and unnoticed,
And you'd never think my lips defended against anything...everything sliding down my throat and sloshing uselessly within me.
My mouth is watering, some part of me is starving; but the pit of my stomach is full with too many unsatisfying meals.
Gluttony pushed me to this point...the love of something new pressing against my lips, dancing on my tongue, cynically caressing it.

I've done this to myself, the food is never to blame,
I set the table...held my fork aloft and shoveled the unsatisfactory matter down my throat in search of something different—until everything in me rebelled.

Two shovels less, maybe I wouldn't have come to this point,
Turning myself inside out, like how everything that goes up must eventually come down.

There is nothing different!
There is nothing different...
I've tasted it all before; when will my curiosity be quelled?
I can't tell; how long have I been searching?

My plate is full and my heart is empty...but I've done this to myself—
I always do this to myself...
Gluttony pushed me to this point.
The love of something more pushed me to this point.
You...pushed me to this point.
And I am still hungry,
And I am still hungry...because nothing tastes quite like you.
Nothing tastes quite like you.