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Passed out in yard
My clothes soaking in the morning rain
My head's a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered
All my limbs are

been driving past your house
Been at your door
I know I'm just a to you
But I deserve
arrogance

My are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
And the morning dew... them

Drunk on Day
Throwing pennies at the broken
plans on napkins
A sketch of broken angel wings under bed
My

over to your house
I'll sneak in the back
I know been an asshole to you, but that was before
The argument, the
Well, I've heard it's just a of time before the hour is spent
And my hour is
I afford it this time
I can't afford time
I can't this time
I can't it...

The hour has for retribution
I'm storming the down
I'm storming the down
The has come for retribution
I'm storming the down
I'm storming the down
Before this night's done, the wounds be gone
I'm the walls down
I'm the walls down

The of the Vineyard
talk, more dancing
If we could push off the conversation one more night
I surely
My shoes have gathered the of the vineyard
Have I your gown?
There's soil on gown, like sangria
the heart
Our clogged hearts are choking on the
As the big waltzes on
Your eyes whisper...

"The is out.
I can smell her on your hands."
The is out --
are we stuck in the again?

Oh, but was it
In the
Sangria, won't you
The lips
Such lips
Would on all this grime
I've found some under my nails
I'll scratch and until...

The is out
but sangria under my skin
The is out --
I I'd never wash these hands again

my skin....