Pick me

Pick me, at my worst when I scream.

I turned my back to you when my table was full,

When my wine glass was overflowing I lost sight of you,

Pick me.

Pick me at my worst,

When my tears flow, when all hope is lost, when those who shared my wine and ate my food are outta sight,

I need you to pick me up and dry my tears.

I let go of your hand because the grip was too tight.

Pick me up.

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