Days of Wine and Roses

Conversations slurred between satin sheets
Oh my darling, here's to you
Whatever it takes to make those shy legs move
I'd give it all just to crawl inside that ribcage marbled by candlelight
Arches of pristine pearl slick with the fluids of amber suicide
We'll thirst deep in those hours beyond sleep
Suckling our wounds as the laughter fades
Livers ache as each cup is drained
Still we'll toast to the miracles of distilled grain
And the friends we lost along the way