White wine makes its way past my red lips

You didn’t used to see him as a threat but that was then

I suppose we should be preparing for a curtain call

Let’s say our goodbyes before the kingdom come because

We’re nearly out of time

It’s my fault and I accept full responsibility for breaking what

Was so fragile from the start

I swear it isn’t due to you not being enough

There’s no point, is there

For me to attempt to explain myself

I might need to save my breath for running from checkered cops