I am done for
I am one for
grapes and beads around your neck
I stare at their course with all due respect
theirs is closer
our's too far
swarming around around around
some say grapes when crushed make wine
so is that why, is that why you whine
as I get closer
I was too far
orbiting around around around
forgive my case of winecrophilia
now that I'm drunk, I'm gonna feel ya
and suck on the last crushed grape
your neck is in the worse state
but I love you just the way you are
(dead, soaked in wine, in the back of my car)
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