even when the red doesn’t stain me i’ve got wine mouth
i say so much without speaking but i can’t just spit it out

had your chance and you didn’t take it
it’s okay cause the first time i know i’d fake it

every bad thing i know i deserve
it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt

my life is a karmic curse
i’m almost sure

got four shots poured instead of five
you’re the only reason i come some nights

now it’s two, three glasses of wine gone
and i know you wouldn’t have finished even one

i should’ve known it wouldn’t work out from the start
you wear a cross and i wear a crystal over my heart