Wine & *****: dinner of losers
A meal of people who aren't quite right

It's what I eat when I know it's gone
A bottle to hold when I can't hold you
Something to my lips that isn't yours

Yeah, that's what people want to have
To have when they're thinking about her,
because it tastes sick, just like love

It makes me stumble and thrash
so I can feel the pain in my stomach
instead of deep inside my heart

So I can feel numb, not paralyzed
So I can forget I was anything else