Thinking of you

Once you've had a taste of perfection, like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed, you said move on where do I go, I guess second best is all I will know. Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you, what you would do if you were the one, who was spending the night, I wish that I was looking into your eyes. You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter, like a hard candy with a surprise center, how do I get better once I've had the best? you said there's tons of fish in the water, so the waters I will test. He kissed my lips I taste your mouth, he pulled me in I was disgusted with myself