I'm sitting here alone again...
thinking of you..
This wine not working as it used to..
not as numbing as it used to be...
Trying to keep my mind from wondering...
to where you are, trying to be free...
Maybe another glass will do the trick..
or did I tell myself that the last trip?..
I'm going to regret this in the morning...
but, I can sleep in, till the pain fades away
from my head, my body...
These grapes are tasting sour on my lips...
but, I still can't stop thinking about you..
your vision not getting any pailer..
the naught in my stomach feeling like...
it was tied by a drunken sailor...
I've been told all my life these feelings I have..
will fade away, they'll not last long....
Why did I listen to them?..
They were so wrong...
Their like jackals, pulling at me..
until I start to tear...
trying to stuff me into a mold...
only pretending to care...
I feel that I've been left behind..
like bones bleaching in the sun..
And then I think of you...
I find myself not wanting to run...
Fill my glass with your soul..
and let me drink you up..
become my fine wine here in this cup..
Intoxicate me.