I exorcise my demons in a pool of wine Pool of wine That gentle pool of wine Love letters written on her wrists, drawing a straight line from me to him She writes her music to relate, sometimes escape from the mental grasp and the anguish in its wake Life has never been easy, so shes calloused and hard Depression romanticises itself like a lover, never a friend Or maybe I have stared too long at grey clouds and provided it comfort Please never forgive me, I am lost and only you can see Please never forgive me I am lost and far from holy You died that night in my arms Your body pale and weak Headlights shine on your depression You didnt do this for attention
pool, wine, depression, romanticises, forgive