Tell me why I prayed it didn't end
I know why I craved it when it went
There's red in the glass cutting your fingers
There's dark in the sweet melting your tongue
And I love how it feels
And I love how it tastes
There's white in the glass cutting your fingers
There's dark in the sweet melting your tongue
And I love how it feels
And I love how it tastes
There's red in the glass cutting my fingers
There's dark in the grass growing in my lungs
And I love it