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[Verse 1]
Red stain on my lips
White rings on the coffee table
Group chat says I’m “living”
I’m just scrolling
Slightly unstable
Bottle number three
For a craft I’ll never finish
I promise “just one more”
As my standards slowly diminish
[Chorus]
I’m drinking all this wine for the corks
For the corks
Swear it’s for the art
Not the talks
Not the talks
Saying “it’s décor
It’s a vision on a board”
But I’m just getting bored
I’m drinking all this wine for the corks
For the corks
Saving every one like a torch in the dark
Calling it a project
Calling it a plan
Really it’s a way to hold my own hand (oh)
[Verse 2]
Box labeled “someday”
Stuffed under the kitchen sink
Smells like cabernet
Dust and good intentions in pink
Little half-moon cuts
From the screw that keeps on slipping
Pinterest in my head
Spins faster than the room I’m in
[Chorus]
I’m drinking all this wine for the corks
For the corks
Swear it’s for the art
Not the talks
Not the talks
Saying “it’s décor
It’s a vision on a board”
But I’m just getting bored
I’m drinking all this wine for the corks
For the corks
Saving every one like a torch in the dark
Calling it a project
Calling it a plan
Really it’s a way to hold my own hand (yeah)
[Bridge]
One day I’ll glue them into something
Heart on foam
All honey and hope
Tonight they’re just piling in the corner
Like all the “one days” I joke about (hey)
Tell me
Is it crafting
Or just a pretty way to say
I don’t wanna feel this empty
At the end of the day
[Chorus]
I’m drinking all this wine for the corks
For the corks
Swear it’s for the art
Not the talks
Not the talks
Saying “it’s décor
It’s a vision on a board”
But I’m just getting bored
I’m drinking all this wine for the corks
For the corks
Saving every one like a torch in the dark
Calling it a project
Calling it a plan
Really it’s a way to hold my own hand (oh)
Really it’s a way to hold my own hand
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