I was never thirsty to begin with
I just needed my heart quenched
And my mind soaked;
And a bottle of wine just happened to be
On the shelf at the wine store.
My heart isn’t broken,
But if it was, I wouldn’t tell you.
I just like the taste—
It’s a sweetness I can control—
And it’ll come back to me once my glass is empty,
Instead of leaving me waiting for days.
I’m not alcoholic
But if I were, I wouldn’t tell you
Because my love of Pinot isn’t painful,
Red wine just looks better with a broken heart.
I’m not slipping– my hands are wrapped tightly around reality and
It’s grubby hand is in mine.
But if I was slipping, I wouldn’t tell you.