There are a Merlot spots on the wood
Stains of parties past
Tiny shards of glass stuck between the beams
Shattered like my heart has been
Since you returned the key
The room is crowded now
As I meld into the wall
This may be my party
But the party mood is gone
I walk this room in a square
Wondering what I did wrong
For you to throw that glass of Melot
And bring my world crashing to the ground
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