Sometimes your name is on the tip of my tongue. I'm not fully aware of it either. Not until I feel it slipping through my lips, and I have to catch myself from letting it out. My head is confused and I feel bewildered. Because since when did you manage to etch yourself into my mind? I want to let your name roll of off my tongue, let it sink in - I want to taste it. But I don't. I don't taste it. I catch myself before it slips through my lips and gets out in the open for the world to see. I force it back, down my throat, hidden somewhere it'll hopefully stay hidden forever.