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