She fled for cheap Chardonnay
Ignoring the cold dreadful way
She left the most loyal lover
She never had, and yet betrayed
Although I waited throughout
The lonely nights and vacant days
These feelings never went away
So I cradled a sliver of hope and stayed
Now I wonder if I was just a joke
As I sat in the grass wrapped in smoke
My fingertips holding onto the scent of bitter-sweet nicotine
Bathing in the moon’s pale familiar beam
I ponder why it seems I remain a last choice
I wonder if I will live to hear a lover’s voice.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC
She fled for cheap Chardonnay
Ignoring the cold dreadful way
She left the most loyal lover
She never had, and yet betrayed
Although I waited throughout
The lonely nights and vacant days
These feelings never went away
So I cradled a sliver of hope and stayed
Now I wonder if I was just a joke
As I sat in the grass wrapped in smoke
My fingertips holding onto the scent of bitter-sweet nicotine
Bathing in the moon’s pale familiar beam
I ponder why it seems I remain a last choice
I wonder if I will live to hear a lover’s voice.
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