You told me it wouldn’t work, and I just said “ok”

Tell me how much it hurts,
I’ll say how it doesn’t.
Tell me it can’t work,
I’ll tell you why it can.
You saw it coming,
but there’s happiness for everyone.

Fermenting leaves, only animals eat
your cup empty,
drinking under an angry tree.
When you hoped it’d make you free.
A flow of wine so sweet,
feigned niceties, a lasting memory
on Great Jones street.

Tell me you don’t love me,
I’ll show you differently.

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