Bitter wine in the tone of your voice
Falsely soothing and secure like laughing gas
With this rhythmic beat that lulls me
As I silently sip from your cup and absorb the parts of you
The fermented time spent in your arms
That reveals it's worth in the days stored away
Purple stained lips of pleasure left by your kiss
While I stumble off, dizzied by our bliss
Lost in the whirlwind of promises
Because you give me a faulty sense of self
With the cloak of guzzled dreams we've made
But when we fail the darkness lays it's vail before my eyes
So that tomorrow I forget the shattered glass
And become intoxicated by you again
Drunken with the bitter wine in the tone of your voice
Falsely soothing and secure like laughing gas