Rings of wine color the table
I wanna go home, but I am not able
I lost my balance after round number three
Took number four because I wanna feel free
But instead of my spirit floating on
Prison closed around me at the breaking of dawn
Gravity glued me to the seat of my chair
The stank of leftovers is to hard to bear
And my beauty lasted as long as the night
The sun now reveals an unfortunate sight
I wonder if this is the price you pay
For a taste of happiness without further delay
Might it be a counterbalance required
For a glimpse of what we so desire
And if so…
Please pour me one more
