Who?

Wade leaves his prints here and so do I
Everyone leaves a subtle mark anyhow
I cannot think of anything but this love
How I wish the gunshot would have been
Mine.
I called that night pleaded for help
You sat and watched movies as my raspberry tea boiled over
Then you supply sensual affair and blood
Deep blood orange which tastes like
Sunshine the affair was vanilla at best.
Eclipsed moon and vineyard cling
Why can't you just stop by and say hello
My hair was in his hiding like jackrabbits