stop making sense

I could drink a case of you darling, and I'd still be on my feet. I met a woman. She had a mouth like yours. She knew your life. She knew your devils and your deeds. And she said: go to him. Stay with him if you can, but be prepared to bleed. But you are in my blood, you're my holy wine, you're so bitter, and so sweet. I could drink a case of you darling, and I'd still be on my feet.