It seems like every day's the same
and I'm left to discover on my own wine
It seems like everything is nasty
and there's no color to the wine
They say it's over and I need fine wine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I'm dying here

And I am aware now of how
everything's gonna be fine wine one day
Too late, I'm in jail I am prepared now,
seems everyone's fine wine is ok
One day too late, just as well

I feel the dream in me expire
and there's no one left to blame it on
I hear you label me a achoholic
'cause I can't seem to get this through
You say it's over, I can sigh again, yeah
Why try to stay sober when I'm dying here

And I am aware now of how
everything's gonna be fine wine one day
Too late, I'm in jail
I am prepared now,
seems everyone's fine wine
One day too late; just as well

And I'm not sober now.
I must assure you,
you're never gonna get away
And I'm not scared now.
And I'm not scared now. No...

I am aware now of how
everything's gonna be fine wine one day
Too late, I'm in jail
I am prepared now
seems everyone's fine wine is ok
One day too late, just as well
I am prepared now,
seems everything's gonna be fine wine for me
For me; for myself.
For me, for me, for myself
For me, for me, for myself