I bought this bottle of wine, on half price mark down It was supposed to ease my tension, release my soul This particular bottle of wine, had other plans unrepentant, unrealized Half thought retorts, and now blood pouring from my ears The fight in the jug, is stronger than the fight in me
Stronger than the fight in us all
--I bought this pack of smokes, third pack of the day I bought em with intentions to calm, to collect After the wine, they become derelict unknowing and compromised Whispering the evils, the truths right down my throat