A bouquet before me
Pristine beauty in sight
Sadness destroys sobriety
It's glorious red tonight
I've never traveled where I know I should
Taking winding roads with heavy loads
Looking for logic to disprove
I yammer like a televangelist
Spewing lies I could never deny
But I know myself to be decent and wise
A good-natured man with no sinful surprise
It was sickening to think of my half-empty life
So I sent her some roses like back in our time
"A sweet gesture," she said, though I wasn't the man chosen
More than once my denial was a dozen
Can't carry on this way like the sap in song eight
Because what's been awful has also been great
As well, what's been done cannot be undone
Slow down at yellows and stop acting dumb
Recurring adversity provokes me each time
To immerse in the luxuriousness of truth-telling wine
Giving complicated answers to simple questions
Searching for the magnitude to avoid the solitude with a great deal of patience
The last intoxicating flow twirls past my lips
Finished in gulps not dainty sips
Draining the blood dry like many nights before
Commandments condemned with every pour
It's a blessing to be alone, not to politely converse
It's a nuisance to be alone, feeling this wildly perverse
A suggestive voice tells me where I need to go
"Have another glass," well I suppose so
This Merlot is infiltrated with powerful ebony
A delicious combination of plum and blackberry
It's a masterpiece to be studied and admired
Complimented with a flower
With a delicacy almost like that of a woman, but not quite
Still it's the chalice pulling me away from orchids destined to die
I'd rather hold Communion for the alive
Take time to breathe, there's progress in a cry
Cabernets and Chiantis wait to be unplugged
A disgraceful reflection with the last empty jug
Did you savor every ounce as though it were your last?
Such is life or so we should guess
Night chills are so cold when I'm outside alone
Dancing on the patio to a made-up request
A phantom's hand placed upon my chest
An imaginary soul mate waltzing into my world
How many more wishes remain untold?
Out of nowhere the television revealed a realization inside
A story of a dying woman who brought inspiration to many
A beautiful pacifist with a battle to fight
She said to experience life in a most urgent way
Never relinquish your passions; sing everyday
Tomorrow will never be perfect, true love may take a lifetime
So I'll blush at the flirtations from truth-telling wine
Confessions and contradictions circulate inside as I glide into the night
And when I awake on the floor I'll have soared to great heights