Saint and Sinners Wine

Two bottles of Saint and Sinners wine I missed the train, but hey, ain't that divine My friend Joe's got his truck, he's right on time A can of Busch in the console at his side Picked up Melissa at some bar on Dundas Street Went to the Cameron and you drank too much it seemed Might have been all that dingy alley weed Didn't notice when you got up to leave Held back your hair Dropped you off at your porch and left you there I know it stings but if only you could see That when you met me I wasn't who I seemed Barely conscious and dancing lucidly To some cover band killing Bruce Springsteen You said you never were this way with other guys But I was manic and didn't mind the lie Your friend was put off, well maybe she was right Maybe she saw the madness in my eyes What you might not know A couple weeks after we made out at that show I thought you were an angel I could talk to in the shower Covering myself in soap under the hospital cameras Posing in the raw like an ancient God I thought I was God, I really thought I was God And you probably liked the confidence I emitted Or how I kissed you on the floor in the Horseshoe's basement I thought you were a shapeshifter, I was totally lifted Saw a million women in you every time we connected You were a phantom were a spirit I was holy high And I fell asleep beneath you buried in your thighs You blew smoke rings in your bedroom from a wooden pipe I drifted off completely I was holy high I was bushed, and I was batty, in a different place I was convinced I was cemented in a sacred space But when the medicine kicked in, it cut the light from my face And we haven't spoken since So if you hear this, I hope you understand I was a very ill and very disturbed man The time we had was a farce, a sleight of hand Dancing wildly to that Springsteen cover band But if there's parts of you that years later still ache Just know you made me wild and kept me safe I hope that now you're in a better place In a better place, you're in a better place like I am