So this is what it comes down to, it's over
It always eventually comes down to this
Every up has a down, every high a hangover
Sparkling Champagne turns to cloudy yellow ****

And a love, a love I thought was forever
We'd grow old together, age like fine wine
What I thought solid as oak was as changeable as weather
The grapes of our love, they died on the vine

I'm no good at this, I shouldn't have tried
I think I'm destined to end up alone
What we had was stabbed in the back 'til it died
She shrugged it off. Me ?
I was  cut to the bone

And the hurt makes every waking minute a nightmare
Wandering lost in a maze made of guilt and self-hate
She's got someone else and the thrill of a new affair
Alone I shudder when I think of my future, my fate