MERCY

Dishes sitting in the sink
A wine glass sits there
We smile on the first days
Of course we do
Of course we do

Days pass
Arguing passes
No more smiling
Another wine glass in the sink
Another wine glass in the sink

Trees strung up with colorful lights
Screaming from across the room
I hold my one gift in my arms
Wine spills down the sink
Wine spills down the sink

Lies yelled out to me
Painful lies feel like truths
I sob in a corner as i tap at my phone
The wine smells horribly
The wine smells horribly

It’s only for the holidays
I’ll leave this place soon
Then i return for more holidays
Then the cycle repeats
Then the cycle repeats

MERCY