Every word that spills forth from these lips is stained with the memory of every word you said   And every move you made      You're bleeding as you're breathing   Slowly choking on the blood as it fills your lungs   Your lips are turning blue    Your papercuts are weeping gently   Slowly soaking through your shirt   Have you dressed them like they're real?      Every word that spills forth from these lips is stained with the memory of every word you said   And every move you made      A handshake as we're leaving and a nod to say goodnight won't help you to suture every wound you make   Do you sometimes think as I do:   Always loud?   Always loud but never truly clear until tonight?      Maybe we're all just chardonnay casualties