Bitter Wine

the smell of the grapes in your hair I taste the wine left in your glass your clothes in a pile on the floor, Left for me to find? Why do you do this dance with me I could worship you but you don't love me I let you come around because.. I love it when you lie to me! Stay the night, then go away. I was born alone, I'll go out that way andreatravis copyright 10-28-12