red.

wine and more wine.
that is what should be of my end.
and of time can only tell
brings forth divineity,
and i see i might be dying somewhere
i hope that it be outside.
i never thought i'd be
whats else what might be going
in and outside of you.
but thats ok
because then ill think of god.
ill try
and i wont be the same,
i would'nt want to go
thinking you would care.

no, i wont be the same
like a crooked hand
cant play bass.