She was a little drunk
When she
Invited me

I know she thought I was
Naive
But I believe

She figured maybe I
Would do
To see her through

Another faceless night
And so
We left to go

I drove her home, and then
I tasted
Of her wine

It wasn’t the best
Vintage, but
It went down fine

Yet she looked thin and
Sickly in the
Morning light

When quietly I left
The sun
Was shining bright

Perhaps it’s strange
The memories
That with us stay

I hope wherever
She might be
That she’s
Okay