With the moonlight standing still
The wine glass half filled
I let my thoughts go
At there own will...
As every sip out the glass
Takes me closer to the past.. For the moment..
Cause feelings never last..
As I heard..
"You could find your happiness at the bottom of the bottle"
So pour another.. & when they ask questions. Ignore em don't bother..
Given em the cold shoulder..
& watch as everything is just a blur..
