Naive was I to
believe heavy lips
only carried
soft memories
A taste of Cabernet
stains my dreams like the
wilted vines of it's birth
Umbilical in nature my
faults are throughout the grapevine
Signs of an old path, that lead me back
Casted lines that only pull fishbones and rusty cans
And the fallacy of truth at the end of a ship in a bottle
The stern is to bottle off

I find my weakness within these somber memories
I float as if I've founded enlightenment
Halfway between heaven and hell
And the trainstations at the crossroads of a broken home
That we forget they lead somewhere else
Uncertainty daunts my misdirection
In a world that haunts of a forgotten past
The land I claim has lost it's value
As the sentiment has gone with the wind of another time

So remind me, where was it in the dark
As I stumbled through days with eyelids shut
My soul stuck somewhere between my heart and my eyes
I find my teeth grinding between each and every cigarette
Contemplating the poison hidden in stardust
And if roots can grow backwards

We are meant to age like wine
To allow all bitter things to become sweet
To allow vines to eat up concrete
And give way to uncertainty
We are not meant to forget that which haunts
Because our hearts were meant to beat
So just take a seat and finish this bottle with me