Pink wine On your shirt You told me It couldn't hurt But who could trust you You're full of it You didn't love me When you said you did
Pink wine On your floor You don't call here Anymore And you're so sorry That I feel this way So we get drunk On shit rosé
And you don't need me No you don't need me
But I'm naive And so confused I didn't know you Like I wanted to And all your faces Appear unclean As I ask you What these signals mean I know you're tired Of playing games that I Never knew how to play But maybe I'm just not built that way Baby I'm just not built that way
And you don't need me Oh I need you to need me But you don't need me