Locked up in the wine cellar,
Tired of drinking over her,
But I can't stop. I wonder,
Will I ever stop?

The finest reds and whites,
Slip down my throat like I,
Am the richest man,
Who ever lived.

Surely the restaurant owner,
Will tell me that I'm fired.
I know I need to get my life together,
But the alcohol rids me of her.

She might reach,
For me,
Again, but I'll yell and I'll scream.
Then I'll say,

"Tell me, in this wine cellar,
Why I am stuck in this wine cellar.
Is it you?
Is it me?
I can't stop drinking.
I can't stop thinking,
Of what we used to be.
I promise I won't touch you.
I'm sorry."