Wine Soaked

Let's just remember

That wine soaked night

On Saint Marks

I think your hair was pulled back tight

Just got your letter

I read it like a poem

And stole few lines

I guess you already know

Can't help but question

Your intention

'Cause I've never kissed

My name reflection before

Name reflection before

But maybe I'd like to

Explore the quadrants of your brain

And maybe if you'd like to

Explore a non frontal lobe thing

I'd be down

I mean I might be down

Let's just remember

That wine soaked night

We walked to the train

And did a weird long goodbye

I didn't question

That night again

'Til I got your postcard

And this is how it read

I don't remember the name

But it had a taste that I liked

Were you insinuating tasting me

Tasting me

'Cause maybe I'd like to

Explore the quadrants of your brain

And maybe if you'd like to

Explore a non frontal lobe thing

I'd be down

Yeah I'm down

I'm fucking down

If you're down too