Bottles of chardonnay
Cans of rose-tinged, raspberry flavoured white ale
To-go cups of triple shot macchiato
Goblets of merlot
Mugs of spearmint infused bittersweet hot chocolate
What if these drinks don’t fix it
They knock me down when they should be keepin’ me up
I’d better get moving but guess I am stuck
In a cycle of ruminating about the past and wanting to forget
That our story wasn’t gonna last and yours is just a vignette