A Taste of Your Flavor

I got a little taste of your flavor,
Though that was years ago now.
It’s a memory I still savor,
To cool my fevered brow.
But I can’t wait any longer for another drink.
Whether you kill me or make me stronger,
You’ve brought me to the brink.
You’ve kept me waiting too long.
You’ve kept me waiting too long.
I got a little taste of your flavor;
The afterglow was so bright.
That smidgen of your favor
Was enough until tonight.
But I can’t give any more days to this solitude.
It’s been eight hundred sixty-four days
And I’ve lost the mood.
'Cause you’ve kept me waiting too long.
You’ve kept me waiting too long.
One of us must have done something wrong.
'Cause you’ve kept me waiting too long.
The years all peel away, and I’m left with how I feel today.
Seems a shame to waste it when I can almost taste it.
I got a little taste of your flavor.
Until now that helped me cope.
But I can’t tell if I’m your slave or
If I’ve mastered my last hope.
All I know is,
You’ve kept me waiting too long.
You’ve kept me waiting too long.
Please tell me what I’ve done wrong
To be kept waiting for so damn long, far too long.
You’ve kept me waiting too long.
You’ve kept me waiting too long.