Drunken words, slurred thoughts
I can feel the cold press of
your hand on my back
your word on my heart and
your lips on my own
Words are a cold lie to
the warm truth of my heart
Hands are a weak chain on
my back to keep me still
Kisses don't exist between us
My mind plays it over again and again
your soft words send me dreaming
your strong hand makes me feel weak
maybe my nightmares make the
dreams all the sweeter, heartbreaking
I don't meet your eyes
I don't cry for your lies
I drift to sleep for now,
but the morning comes to soon...
mother calls me for breakfast.
