Phoebe Bridgers — So Much Wine
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I had nothing to say on Christmas Day
When you threw all your clothes in the snow
When you burnt your hair and knocked over chairs
I just tried to stay out of your way
But when you fell asleep
With blood on your teeth
I just got in my car and drove away
Listen to me, Butterfly
There's only so much wine
That 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 parked my car
And I got out and stared up at the stars
And as meteors dived and shot across the sky
I thought about your sad, shining eyes
I came back for my clothes
When the sun finally rose
When you were still passed out on the floor
Listen to me, Butterfly
There's only so much wine
That you can drink in one life
And it will never be enough
To save you from the bottom of your glass
When you threw all your clothes in the snow
When you burnt your hair and knocked over chairs
I just tried to stay out of your way
But when you fell asleep
With blood on your teeth
I just got in my car and drove away
Listen to me, Butterfly
There's only so much wine
That 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 parked my car
And I got out and stared up at the stars
And as meteors dived and shot across the sky
I thought about your sad, shining eyes
I came back for my clothes
When the sun finally rose
When you were still passed out on the floor
Listen to me, Butterfly
There's only so much wine
That you can drink in one life
And it will never be enough
To save you from the bottom of your glass
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My ex-wife was alcoholic, white wine her choice. There were many nights I came home from work and found her passed out drunk by 8PM. It was many years after we split before I could smell white wine without feeling sad.
My Dad's vice was cigarettes, not alcohol; but the message in this song still hits home.
I hope you don't need them anymore this Christmas, Pops. =,/
I hope you don't need them anymore this Christmas, Pops. =,/
The Merry Christmas subtitle on this is....hmmm...heart-breaking. Me thinkst it's not so very merry in that house...here's hoping that very few of you are having to live through that experience. And if you are, I hope that you can find a way to leave it behind....
What a beautiful yet sad song.
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