I'm depressed because I heard MCA got cancer.

With teeth stained like wine
I always seem to fall for you

We'll enjoy our shameful smiles for awhile
and ending up face down in the gutter

We'll reconsider love's choices
but always fall for her suggestions

Washed with blood we'll always feel the same
what can't be earned in our mind
may never be cemented in our hearts

With one slip on wet pavement
our justifications slip away
an allusion to the color of our drink