Wine

It's heavy when you love
And mend the days through little hopes
And it's justified your intensity
'Cause what's inside boils with urgency

Straight shook up beside the heart
Holding hands with what'd come first
Too much thin and soft to tear apart
Bubbling and sweating this bitter thirst

I'm reading wills
I'm bleeding wounds
I'm still asking why

What a game to be played
What a war to be fought
A price to pay for a free reward

This deafening desire
Of carrying solely what's not only yours
Of holding a falling sky
Even if your faith is too shaky to hold

Kept secretly tightly alive in here
The road was offered and accepted
Too insolubly to mingle or steer
And not even a single regret

I'm guessing fates
I'm running in vain
I'm wondering how