don't say that you love me with a wine glass in your hand

don't tell me that you love me if you're unsure
your words swirl 'round my head until they're worn
and suddenly I'm stuttering, forgetting where I stand
so don't say that you love me with a wine glass in your hand

don't tell me that you're lonely just to pull me in
for I'm a fool for fools in love with despair and gin
so pour another glass, recall tales of lovers passed
I'll stay with you and hear of all your sins

just tell me that you see me 'cause I'm unsure
I feel like I am talking to brick walls
I'd go back to the start again just to feel your touch
in all this time I've tried it seems I haven't managed much

I'm running close to empty, you're running on my mind
the thought of your lips on me sends shivers down my spine
it seems I'll never truly escape your command
when you tell me that you love me with a wine glass in your hand
don't tell me that you love me with a wine glass in your hand

Don't Tell Me

hold close to the ones that cry out "you are loved"
when you're swallowed whole again

this too will pass
believe that you deserve what you cannot seem to see

take your time to ease your mind
the whole world can rest for you
do what's best for you

breathe

BK : MW