Wine Confessions Pt.2


It’s a couple of weeks in and things are getting confusing
I don’t think I’ll ever understand the girls I keep choosing
My heart is bruising, breaking and turning cold
It can’t be healthy to be this young and feel this old
Sipping on a glass of Pinot to forget all the debts I owe
Is it just the alcohol talking or is it the truth, I’m too far gone to know
I remember when every thing was so simple and easy
Back when I was the king and my demons couldn’t read me
It was the best of times I would soon find out
Nowadays it’s just Moscato and Sangria to numb all the doubt
Trying my best to cope with such a sudden fall from grace
Lord knows I can’t wait for the day I can finally see His face


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