Spilt Red Wine Along Cold Hands

I raise a glass to you My lips lingering along the glass I pull away the stains along my wrists permanent Your eyes roll to look at the mind you don't have "To the happy couple." I smile over your bodies I cannot tell if when you told me I was insane if you were right I remember how cold your hands were, maybe you were already dead I don't think you can be colder than this The miss you dawn on me The lies you spew like blood