Cheap wine

It felt so good,

The sweetness pouring down my throat,

A sense of pure ecstasy overcoming me.

We lived all off the cheap shit,

Cheap food, cheap people, cheap wine,

We only live for the moment

and never the day,

Because we can only avoid moments at a time.

I told myself I'd stop it with the sweetness,

Never assessing my current mental state,

I only drink cheap wine to blur my thoughts,

Perhaps because I have a sweet tooth, too.

I take another swig of the moscato,

That pink shit that the ladies like,

It gets them in their feelings and makes their panties drop,

Pretty much how I like to live my life.

Cheap wine,

Oh how I love you,

But you taste like shit and I can't keep relying on you for a quick moment of enthrallment.