Red Wine and White Lies
Treis Heitsch
Red wine and white lies
Hands all down my sides
Ripe skin intertwining
With you, with you for the first time
In our celestial disguise
And I promise I won't call you if you stay the night
Now the morning comes as you leave
I'm empty in my skin, washing your sheets
Holding onto the memory of you
Comparing the things you say with the things you do
As you distance yourself in silence
And I fade back to blue
And I pick up my pieces waiting for you
Red wine stains my tongue
My favorite flavor is not enough
Waiting, patient, for your self-repair
If I'm not enough, who did you find out there?
In the dark
In your arms
Did you really mean them?
Am I supposed to believe you're good?
Do I trust that words mean what they should?