Wine

The wine is the last thing you can think of
He calls you, over and over again
Until you cry, and don't stop turning
And try to flip everything over
Everything in your fucking life

Moments forever
Pills and Wine
Hang over death in a cloth
Spit and wine

The handlers keep me short staffed
Hords of flesh and jills of cards
Chugs of wine and boxes of pills
Pills pills pills

I want the end
I hope it ends
My pills and wine
My pills and wine



Credits
Writer(s): Balog Zsombor
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