Stained

Flesh to the curb
Skin to skin
You're always
Into these things
I'm always
Into you

So ripe on the vine
The season comes
To be unkind
To the one
You really want
To leave behind

Now I'm the one
You really want
To leave behind

On the chair
Is a stain
That I left there
It remains
Unseen by you
But I know it's
Still there

Wine on the brain
I come around
To a sea of
Your pain
You come around
To see me again

Should I fade?
It's obvious
You're nearly done
With these things
You're nearly
Done with me

A cold day indeed
The summer's gone
And I'm wrapped in
Part of your shell
You're wrapped in her
And you're wrapped in me