Red Wine Stains

I wanna run from my mistakes
I wanna wash you away
But they won't listen

I can feel you in my bloodstream
Like a sickness that grows
And sitting high on your pedestal
With your hands around my throat

I can't fight it
Fire from my word
I still remember you
I just wish it didn't hurt

Son of
I wanna run from my mistakes
And I can’t wash you away

Red Wine Stains
Fuck you