Verse 1: You dropped your glass on the floor, Then walked right out the door. Left red prints on my jazz, Like a heartbreak photograph. Chorus: Wine stains and records, love spun slow, Your exit played in stereo. Now I pour one more and spin the sound, Of the man who let me down. Verse 2: I clean the grooves, rewind the past, But some songs aren’t built to last. You were sharp, I stayed flat— But I’m done with that. Chorus (repeat): Wine stains and records, love spun slow, Your exit played in stereo. Now I pour one more and spin the sound, Of the man who let me down.
