she is young and she is lonesome
i am old and so am i
we had shared a common lover
each of us could not deny
all the hours in isolation
touching one we did not know
but somehow we knew too well
always knowing where we'd go
she was slender full of body
i admired her from afar
til i took one drink too many
and her kisses left a scar
poured her straight out of the bottle
kissed her sweetly on the lips
then i knew this siren stood there
waiting at my fingertips
put her high upon the altar
laid my offerings in place
stared her deeply oh so deeply
but could not look in her face
i am hopeless - she has purpose
i am wanting - she is near
drinking deeply from temptation
hoping i could still my fear
trapped in bottles or in boxes
somehow i would set her free
like a genie with three wishes
every one was spent on me
and i wished the world would vanish
and i wished i'd disappear
but the wish that i was granted
was just taunting of my fear
she is wine inside my glasses
took me when we're left alone
preyed upon my lesser wantings
dropped me like i was a stone
she was slender, full of body
knew her figure from the hips
poured her straight out of the bottle
kissed her sweetly on the lips