Kiss Me Where It Smells Like Regret
Your car smells like old fries, cheap cologne
and three bad decisions trapped under the seats
Sticky coins and a seatbelt digging into my neck while the engine overheats
We shouldn’t find this sexy
parked behind a grocery store that never sleeps
Windows fogging while the air tastes like late-night secrets we play for keeps.
Your bedroom looks cleaner online
that filter hid the laundry mountain on the chair
Pizza boxes by the trash
weed smoke fighting with that citrus spray in the air
You lean against the doorframe, acting cool
hoping I don’t judge the mess, I grin
say “this place smells like detergent and regret
” and I couldn’t care less.
Kiss me where it smells like regret
where the floor sticks and the sheets know names
Where your trash tells stories and your laundry watches our losing games
I am not here for perfection
I am here for your hands on my hips in this messy light
Kiss me where it smells like regret
turn every old mistake into background noise tonight.
The hallway smells like steam and that cleaner your landlord buys in bulk
Shower curtain half off the rail
hanging there in a plastic sulk, You apologize
say you meant to deep clean
swear you’re not a walking red flag, I step close
press my mouth to your neck right next to the damp towel and pull the tag.
If I wanted hotel sheets
I’d swipe right on someone who files receipts in rows
I followed you up the stairs for the laugh
for the way your real life actually shows
This cluttered little room beats any staged photo where everyone is posed.
Kiss me where it smells like regret
where the floor sticks and the sheets know names
Where your trash tells stories and your laundry watches our losing games
I am not here for perfection
I am here for your hands on my hips in this messy light
Kiss me where it smells like regret
turn every old mistake into background noise tonight.
Later we’ll lie on our backs counting cracks in the ceiling
trading lies, You point out the paint peel from a party
I balance a cup on my stomach and roll my eyes
This isn’t forever
just two idiots finding comfort in a nest of dirty plates
Yet I feel tender toward every stain
little flags waving at our fates.
Kiss me where it smells like regret, in the car
in the room that never made your feed
Where the air carries old takeout and exactly the kind of honesty I need
I will leave tomorrow smelling like your pillow dust
not some fantasy set
Kiss me where it smells like regret
and maybe next time it will smell like sweat.
Till then, leave the window cracked, let the night in
let the stale air spin
Kiss me where it smells like regret
and let my laughter mix with the trouble you’re in.