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Lyrics
This bottle of red wine is hitting me harder
sour grapes make my blood watered down.
Sour mash night schemes and pot smoking pipe dreams
piss off my girlfriend, but she’s not around.
This bottle of aspirin—it seems to do nothing,
but sour the thin blood bleeding from my face.
Sour taste tongue scares—her face gives me blank stares,
and I pray for nightmares at least everyday.
I’d lose the pain in my eyes with one look from you,
but I just lost my eyesight instead.
These beautiful eyes that once seemed light blue,
now they can only see red.
When you wake up with him I’ll be dead.
This bottle of perfume—makes memories hit harder,
now that you further endanger my health.
You’re so far away, in my dreams everyday,
I can’t hurt you so I just hurt myself.
I don’t remember last night.
I don’t know what I did.
I don’t remember screaming,
why are my knuckles all red?
But I remember pushing
out thoughts you put in my head.
And I remember thinking to myself…
when you wake up with him I’ll be dead.
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