Fumbling through it all before

[type_oh]

I missed what I was supposed to learn
'cause all I was about was missing you.

A life left half behind, though no longer
blind I can't yet see...

I was once the wine, and you the wineglass.
I was once alive, when you held me.
God became the glass,
all things left were emptiness
but oh, you're just a little girl

if you look out and see a trace
of a dark red that was once my face
in the clarity of such grace,
you'll forget all about me.