my loneliness will pass
and i'll feel fine.
old aches become part of the past
as i drown in red wine.

the more the level
and the higher tides
i enjoy more the dangerous
and reckless rides
with you.

i spilled you on my shirt
you came through, you are on my skin
and then to my heart you crept in;
i felt it burn.
i didnt brush you off, or wipe, or clean.
you left a scar, and it'll remain within.
my loneliness will pass
and ill feel fine
but i wont touch the scar you left,
it's mine.