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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Tuesday, January 04, 2005
    So Much Wine
     
    I had nothing to say on Christmas Day
    when you threw all your clothes in the snow.
    When you burnt your hair, knocked over chairs,
    I just tried to stay out of your way.
    But when you fell asleep with blood on your teeth,
    I got in my car and drove away.

    Listen to me, Butterfly,
    there's only so much wine
    you can drink in one life
    and it will never be enough
    to save you from the bottom of your glass.


    Where the state highway starts I stopped my car.
    I got out and stared up at the stars.
    As meteors died and shot cross the sky,
    I thought about your sad, shining eyes.
    I came back for my clothes when the sun finally rose
    but you were still passed out on the floor.

    Listen to me, Butterfly,
    there's only so much wine
    you can drink in one life
    and it will never be enough
    to save you from the bottom of your glass.


    - seasonal brilliance by The Handsome Family. I've been serenading folks at traffic lights with this all weekend.