A speaker delivers a raw monologue about a toxic relationship, using a poisoned vine as a metaphor. He cycles through love and hate, hides his sins from daylight, and ends with a dismissive "Thumb down, homie." The piece is soaked in guilt and internal conflict.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine. Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. Hiding all of our sins from the daylight, from the daylight, running from the daylight, from the daylight, running from the daylight. Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. Telling myself it's not that bad. It's the last time. Can you spare any mercy that you might find? Thumb down, homie.
