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