Champagne

Pushing pennies down into the corners of your couch
Rubbing elbows with the dust you left around
And I'll claim to take all of you
Don't get it misconstrued

Trailing lights hum, champagne running down my chin
Countdown all the virtues of original sin
Drawn and cornered into
The perfect view

Snowbanks gasping for breath in the middle of May
Whisper words of all the debts that you'll have to pay
Surrounded, and now you're all alone
Why don't you go back home?