She said this is gonna hurt
He paused and said
"I'm paying what it's worth
I toss my caution to the dirt
And i resign"

He looked up and cried out "Christ
The moon is shining so bright"
And she looked up twice
To be sure he wasn't lying
And he wasn't lying

And it still reminds her of the kind
They sit beneath it once and emptied on the fire
He wish he'd read the thing a third time
Because even the truest words lie like moonlight
And you often have to loom more times than twice

And in a word was stirring
And in two it was unusually serene
Barely a barrage of interjections, bated breaths and weighted questions in the air
If you'll take it in thirteen
And she said "gone are the times, we opened our minds to dream"

She left a letter by his bedside
It said "meet me at midnight
the spot where the moon shines so bright"
He got the message around nine
Written with knuckles so white
And he read it twice
To be sure he read it right
Because he was so tired

And then he sat back and sighed
The words had opened his eyes
It'd be alright
And it'd said so much more the second time
Spoke of an end to the tell-tales
so tiresome though be they so trite

And in a word it was purging
And in a few it would emancipate his being
From the grips of this addiction so grisly, this lip twisting, big viscous thing
As it's offered in fourteen
She must have, recalled the times
They poured out the wine and drank

Like when they turned their tumblers
And spilled their secrets out
With willing wonder
Yes with will and wonder
Until the flames were doused
And then she took the vessel
Then she took the vessel
Pulled the cork out of the top
And emptied out the rest
Which fell in dirty little drops
And then she spoke up
Through a smirk of irony and pride
And said this the drink was carried in
Let's take the thing and bury it
A shameless place that no one else will find

So when she spoke to him the first time
Although she did her best to keep her mind
Off of the last time she cried
She still thought him snide
But his eyes were just so bright
And when he stepped to her side
You know those sweet hallowed boys
Oh how they breathe pride and poise
So she replied
When he asked her
"If you're willing of course
I'd like to drink of your voice
'cause I'm so dry"

If there was someone there to warn him
There'd be something in the wine
He'd have drunk another barrel
Smelling bullshit, tasting lies
He said "she sets my being ablaze,
And women have such wicked ways
But i guess that's the price you pay
'Cause I've got passion i won't cast away as cursed
And I'll remember that I'm paying what it's worth"

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