Wine Stains

Trying everything I can To have a better plan My thoughts are filled with lies Of myself through a broad span I lie to myself about me I try not to always overthink Sometimes it's easier To pass away in my mind But it gets harder in real life Wine stains on my shirt 6 Feet under dirt Death, an easy flirt My face into the curb Easier a thought Than easily done I bum myself out Until further I become Drown myself out all of today My mind is where it likes to stay Wash me away From this place And wipe the worry Off my face I find myself going back and fourth It's like a heat wave it won't stop its scorcher I find myself going back and fourth It's like a heat wave it won't stop its scorcher I'm in my head Thinking of what you said A vicious cycle without an end I'm trying hard To let it go I'm in my head so I'll never know